Colour

Written in June 2007, pre-deletion day.

Colour

 

I am wearing my blue cap,

Energy seeps and smiles escape.

How long will it last this time?

 

Where are my red shoes?

Fire burns free when they grace my feet.

I dream of dancing.

 

Grey clouds blanket the sky,

I pray for wind, only for wind.

Oh so many cobwebs.

 

Black days torture the soul,

Where is the light? I need light.

My spirit fades quickly.

 

If a white room awaits,

Which way do I turn now?

What colour is hope…

 

Green streets recycle old ideas,

The world turns, it has to.

I wish it would bloody hurry up.

 

Reviews

[Crystal L. Test]

This was an interesting read. I liked the use of color, as the title implies, for each thought and how it's directly linked to something in your life. My favorite stanza is the same as everyone else's:

Where are my red shoes?
Fire burns free when they grace my feet.
I dream of dancing.

I think that's because dancing, like writing, is a form of self-expression. I do both. They both can be freeing but can also be frustrating when you can't get them right. I hope your block leaves soon. I was having the same problem last week.

Great job and thanks for sharing.

[Crazy Cat Man]

I love this piece....great job

[Sianna Reader]

Wow, the way you used the colours was brilliant. I loved it so much, a great and worth while poem.

Where are my red shoes?
Fire burns free when they grace my feet.
I dream of dancing.

I loved that stanza, it was my favourite! It was bright and made me think of myself despite my clumsiness lol xxxxx
Well done Manoosh, it was a wonderful poem xxxxx

[Gandré]

Oh, this was wonderful! Such an...easy going feel well poem! Wonderfully romantic, poetic and with a breeze of woman's mystery!

Where are my red shoes?
Fire burns free when they grace my feet.
I dream of dancing. --------------------------------------wow, this is such an incredible image. says so much in 3 thiny lines....i love it. i also have red shoes. the heel isn't fashionable, but i love them, they are golden inside, italian shoes with thin leather sole and red leather so soft ...

bravo my dear! fantastic.

[H. A. M.]

Good morning read. Nice way to pull all that out for just being in a door way. Good job miss!

[James K. Blaylock]

i really enjoyed reading your poem. it made be smile by the last line. keep up the great writes.