The poetry collection I’m working on is all about color. Not just what it looks like, but it what it feels like, and evokes the other senses. I’ve mentioned them briefly before, included them in goals, but hadn’t shared one here. So here is one for your enjoyment and understanding:
Enlightening White
a picket fence for the perfect house
dandelion seeds, loose on the wind
cold milk after a warm brownie
the scent of a baby just out of the bath
splashing water on your face upon awakening
journal pages, waiting to be filled
the softness of angel wings
a spring bursting forth from the rock
crunch of snow, crackle of ice
belief, in God or Man or Sun
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