Thursday, 16 April 2009

Poem

Colour Therapy

On a red day
I painted poppies:
ate sweet strawberries:
pricked my finger.

On a yellow day
I picked celandines:
nibbled toasted cheese:
danced with sunbeams.

On a blue day
I tossed a kite in the sky:
bought blueberry muffins:
floated in the ocean.

Then on a grey day
I watched clouds gather,
tasted raindrops,
saw pavements glisten

as an arched rainbow
gathered each colour
into its outstretched arms,
making this the best of days.

14 comments:

  1. Let's hear it for Grey Days then!

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  2. As they say, there's always a rainbow after the rain. :)

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  3. Oh, this poem makes me want to illustrate it, if I do, I'll let you know!

    I love colours, I love this poem.

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  4. A brilliant conception, beautifully achieved. Very fine.

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  5. This is delightful, fresh, youthfully fun.

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  6. how wonderful!
    i want to live in this rainbow!

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  7. I think I'll take the red day...it's my daughter's favorite color and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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  8. What a beautiful, succinct little poem Jinsky. Lovely, grey days can be good too and rainbows just the best.

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  9. This poem is brilliant with colour, la jinks, so cleverly written!

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  10. This is so sweet!
    On a grey day... tasted raindrops...
    I often do that. :)

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