Poetry Blogs (colors)
I wonder what happens
To the poorly drawn images
We keep abreast as children,
Sheltered inside our notebooks and their crinkly pages.
I envisage those pages accompanying
Balloons, bubbles and butterflies,
And the colors in them adorning
The sallow face of the sky.
I like to believe that my poorly chalked out blades of grass
Somehow appended the greenery on earth
Thursday 7th May 2020 8:47 pm
Looking up at the clouds so high
Watching colors stretch across the sky
As they combine and spread apart gracefully
An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by
As the sun first wakes
Golden hues are painted on the tips
I’m struck by the beauty
How lucky I am to be a witness
As the sun slowly dances across the sky
The image changes as clouds come and go
Wednesday 8th January 2020 7:29 pm
Before I go
Let me drink this rich wine
Let me sing my delight
This gold red dawn has promise:
vibrant with the cold sun
vanishing valley mists
leave damp spider web to shimmer
mistdrops on the long reeds
and ungathered lawn leaves
against the muted green of wet grass.
This amber morning has perfection:
wonderfully wooded leaf tints
Monday 22nd October 2018 3:01 pm
As we sat
of the wall
I could see a shade of green
in the blue
The next table
We called it
I wondered if that lady
at the next ta...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 11:28 pm
Black and blue
A bruise's hue
And the colors of many others
Look up at the sky
On a stormy day
As the clouds cry
Blue and gray
Your silhouette black
Against the flash of the Lightning above
It's courage you lack
And your hopes fly away with the dove
It's not the lion, I'm afraid, that carries the pride
But the Lightning that paralyzed you as it bide...
Friday 30th March 2018 4:18 pm
There are moments in life where people will think your paranoid,
For what you see is not friends but enemies.
Those are the times where you must say...
"Who you see as friends with bright colors,
I see as enemies with dark hues.
To be aware,
To be cautious,
Is not a paranoid thing to do.
It is simply knowing who to trust,
When the times get tuff,
When all you nee...
Saturday 24th February 2018 2:31 am
I wanted death.
I wanted to leave.
I wanted to give up.
It was like driving down the interstate when it's raining.
you can't even see the end
of the hood of your car
Let alone the road in front of you.
You feel lonley
You don't know if there's anyone else there
on the road
You don't know if you're g...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 12:14 pm
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
I am feeling blue
Because I didn't get my
When I tried to engage
With a yellow
That said I was not
in the pink
I told him I was going
to cause a "brown out"
In his town
So they would have a black day
If he did not say
He was wrong...
By Lynn Hahn
Thursday 5th January 2017 7:33 am