#octpowrimo day 2

All Colors Brightly Gleaming

It brightens a color

But, color, it’s not

When it’s cold it’s ice

When it’s angry it’s hot.

It once was a poison,

‘‘Twas all the rage

Of painted up faces

In the Victorian age.

An empty blank canvas,

Peace flags flying grace,

The hope of a Bride,

In Cotton and lace.

Full moon rising

And carved concrete fountains,

Pillowy clouds puffing

Up snow capped mountains.

From rocks finely made,

To glittering beaches stored,

All high and foamy cresting waves

Must crash their lives against your shore.

“What? Radiance in the making!

Why must you come to such an end?”

“Because”, says he, “I get mixed up

When I get brushed on, my friend.”

White

~Julie Robinson

I just love this month long poetry writing challenge. I’m stuck on colors right now… I think I may do brown tomorrow.

The poetry writing has come at a good time for me. I’ve been sick with a bad cold and it’s got my poetry lights turned on. And it’s giving me something to think of as I go about my usual day of caregiving.

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