Thursday, June 18, 2015

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PICTURES OF CONFETTI

Under the tree there is a pink carpet
Spread; did some one say cherry petal?
Not the answer to fit that colour
Pomerac flowers? yes

Rolling with the wind, in the rhythm of
The wind, bracts, purple's the hue;
Grey concrete pavement holds, the
Sound of footsteps

The centers of white plumerias
Are, filled with the sun's radiance;
They fall, tumble lightly, speckling
The grass, pretty as can be

He left, for she beckons, that Jezebel!
With breasts to suckle displacement;
Children need their father you know,
They make good horseys, hands and knees
On the floor

Ah yes white, is the colour of the rose you
Dunked in the dark waters of your selfish
Blood curdling bowl Jezebel! Remember?

There's no colour to state heartlessness
There's no colour to paint a young wife
In grief, thinner than her petite size,
Sized to un-sexy

Oh but that was long ago, before the
introduction of wild strawberry, tumbleweed
And razzmatazz, pretty names for colours
That always existed

Guess what? some colours, are just mightier
Than the sword
© gillena cox 2015



Written for Fireblossom's prompt
Fireblossom Friday Picture This
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
The challenge: to complete the title given part of, and then to write a new poem to go with it "Pictures of _________"

26 comments:

  1. Some names of colors are so much better than reality of beige.. Maybe it's all in a name?

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Bjorn

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  2. Loved the closing lines..! Excellent poem :D

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  3. Liking your colored confetti today, Gillena. My favorite is white in as paper sack, ready to explode!!! Action in the bag. Love, (◕‿◕)
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    1. Happy you dropped in Jim (◕‿◕)
      much love......

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  4. I love this. Especially this line: "With breasts to suckle displacement"

    I really enjoyed all the colorful descriptions. Well done!

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    1. thanks for your appreciation Sage

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  5. ~ your color-infused poem is enchanting (like confetti falling softly.)

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Helen

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  6. "There's no colour to state heartlessness". Good one!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Sherry

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  7. There's no colour to state heartlessness
    There's no colour to paint a young wife
    In grief, thinner than her petite size,
    Sized to un-sexy.... that is so good.

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  8. You tell SUCH a vivid story here...I agree with Debi...the stanza above is SO good :-)

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    1. Thanks for dropping in CC

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  9. They make good horses! And it's true, what a great line. What else i liked was the notion of colors that have always existed being given flashy new names for the same thing that has always been.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Fire blossom

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    2. oh and i have to change the spelling to horseys; get my drift (◕‿◕。)




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  10. A new name to the same old color doesn't make it brighter...love your colorplay

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Susie

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  11. This poem certainly does a flip flop - the middle is just so sad - at least the way I read it. But, perhaps, they are better off without him... ?

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  12. Wow! This is mind blowing, Gillena. Excellent. I love the way you connected the colours to the faithlessness of the marriage. Well done my friend.

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