Color Spinning

Color Spinning

A Poem by Cara Rosalie

When the day goes dark, I find the color.


Color Spinning

Asylum white.

Cholera gray.

Hitler black.

Mutinous achromatic thieves, banding together to steal My color.

He won’t let you.

Razor teeth scrape the blush from My sky.

Glue brooms sweep the emerald from My grass.

Albino ghosts feed from My exquisite rose.

You're smiling now…

because you believe you’ve won.

First kiss magenta

Belly laugh yellow

Happy tears violet

Vivacious kaleidoscopic romantics, dancing Me into mystic topaz.

He is color spinning.

Rambunctious snow cones melt into My cheeks

Hope’s faithful jealousy spills inside My eyes.

Unpredictable autumn leaves streak My hair.

You're angry now…

because you know you’ve lost.

Pillage this world, turn pigment to bleak.

But Me...I dance,

with the One who is color spinning.











© 2011 Cara Rosalie

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...lovely use of colors...i started today blue moodier (being a Monday morning - uggg)...and you have just picked me up to mellow yellow...thank-you:)

Posted 11 Years Ago

I like your mind and how it expresses thoughts, using colors to describe the hues of our life.


Posted 11 Years Ago

Beautiful! :) Lovely descriptive phrases celebrating our colorful lives :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

Thank you, Shawn, for catching the grammatical errors. Those "Your" and "You're" (s) have always been my downfall.

As far as the absolutely implies a respect to the One I am referring to. The poem is about my experience with God when I am having difficulties finding joy.

Posted 11 Years Ago

"Your smiling now…" and "Your angry now…" you mean "you're" in both instances.

Nice use of color. Not sure I like the Me and My capitalized, it implies a religiousness that I do not see in the poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on March 11, 2011
Last Updated on March 16, 2011
Tags: Hope, Dancing, God


Cara Rosalie
Cara Rosalie


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