colours poetry

You left me blind
From one long glimpse
your ultra violet
radiance
burned the minds eye
A supernova tide
All sensation gone
A dark delight
your bliss.

Onyx black

Deeper than the night,
a sightless oblivion,
the color of my soul,
beyond darkness,
eater of the light,
hypnotic beauty,
lurking in the shadows,
trespassing across the heart,
the color of silence
and nothingness,
and a glimpse
of unseen
visions.

Next: Emerald

Jealousy is green
Or emerald when seen
With eyes turned bright and mean.
He won't forget.

And so be on your way.
The grass is green today,
Emerald, one might say,
When it gets wet.



Next: Maya blue

maya blue
take up
your pru
Benjamin's through
allow for
hue
to whisk you
few
emeralds of truth

next: white

white clouds
below us
"folks, we have reached
our cruising altitude
seat belt sign off
feel free to move
us with your poetic
imaginings"

Next: Sapphire Blue

he had been purple for a while
his hand raised so as to say wait, wait
a little more, a little more
but he was gone like Poe's Leonore
that pizza with anchovies did him in
the internist had predicted
trombone sapphire blue

Next: alabaster

Alabaster will not last
If left outside with rain to wear.
The wind abuses it out there.
Its form will change then wash away.
That's why inside it gets to stay.


Next: white

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Treehugger, spike in hand,
castoff from a rock n' roll
band meets
Chainsaw-teeth, he with
muddied boots
and hardened profile,
in a bar; a tatoo haven
for mavericks and mavens
.
Amongst the stale haze
and staler music that
blares and decays -
declaring a half-life
of better days
A conversation is
struck ( then a chin: Amok! )
the starry-eyed strangers
oblivious stare
Exchanging lies, belying
the small talk
of a higher purpose,
( tables roll, bottles fly )
A gun reports - to no one
in particular: Most heads start
... one falls
.
What might have been -
a genealogy never ending
topples like dominos
laid in a row
An alabaster casket of white
bereft of dreams,
is lowered slowly, a solemn strain,
as Chainsaw-teeth is laid
to rest with few in attendance:
even fewer tears
.
Somewhere Treehugger sighs
and searches within -
then carves a poem into
a redwood tree that never dies

5/1/2013 r.5/6/2013

Next: Maroon

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

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I think this has a good rhythm to it, and some pretty fun word play. I enjoyed.

maroon
your looks
is tunes
to prunes
and blooms
such glam
is moon
to perfect
roons

next: lilac

Lilac

lilac flashbacks
fragrant country roads
cruisin' in my pontiac
convertible mode

Next color is: silver

Silver bells and silver linings,
Silver prices trending where?
Silver bullets for the vampires
Just in case I find some there.



Next: gold

autumnal aspen trees
of white bark and golden leaves
awakened
on rocky mountain breezes
dancing like weightless gold coins
blue sky glitter

Next color: faded blue-jean blue
(a benjamin moore paint color)

She's worn a little at the knees
from blowing my bugle,
faded blue-jeans blue (reminds me of Madonna in that 80s film), Oh no Oh Billie Jean,
no no she's not my girl,
but still, sometimes I like to call her on weekends
for mutual fun.
Oh, and the boy is not my son.

Crimson