New Colors

New Colors

A Poem by Dana Ferguson

Coated in layers,
of bright colored paint.

Burying the wood,
under love, fear and hate.

Moved and removed,
legs still stand.

Can I be new, in a foreign land?

Cracking like a log,
the mind begins to flake.

Bright painted colors,
keep the mind awake.

Sand it down to nothing,
grind it smooth and brown.

New is bad I hate to flake, 
strip the colors down.

Wipe me clean and take me back,
to the old steady state.

Or pretty soon you'll see with truth,
this old table break.

© 2018 Dana Ferguson

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We all could use a little buffing to bring out our shine. Good to meet you, Dana!

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Added on June 26, 2018
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Dana Ferguson
Dana Ferguson


If you've come to my page to read some of my poems, thank you so much, it means the world to me. I love to write in my own special style and I love being able to show it to others. If you don't enjoy .. more..

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