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All Colors Brightly Gleaming
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It brightens a color
But, color, it’s not
When it’s cold it’s ice
When it’s angry it’s hot.
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It once was a poison,
‘‘Twas all the rage
Of painted up faces
In the Victorian age.
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An empty blank canvas,
Peace flags flying grace,
The hope of a Bride,
In Cotton and lace.
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Full moon rising
And carved concrete fountains,
Pillowy clouds puffing
Up snow capped mountains.
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From rocks finely made,
To glittering beaches stored,
All high and foamy cresting waves
Must crash their lives against your shore.
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“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.”
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White
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~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.
Beautiful poem. I can see you enjoyed writing it. Cheers.
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Awww. That means so much that you can tell how much joy I got from it. I have uncorked a poetry flow.
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