Color Speaks
Framed
The blank, white space, the charged
empty canvas…
[ ]
[ ]
Haunting my Slumber
Nudge with sharp–__>pointed elbows<
My body bruised…
… it Bleeds.///
//
/
Soaks thru the texture of a
flat stretch___________________of what
Will tell, for it WILL tell eventually…
My deepest, heart felt, soul feeling,
*fears
*hopes
*dreams
The indigo of my blood Shouts,
“RED!, CRIMSON!!, SCARLET!!!”, for all to see.
Vibrant alive this flow that feeds and feeds.
The mark( X )
Is there, inevitable and stark
Telling you secrets usually only heard
in the black of dark..
The eye beholds but let's go- before taking it in.
Sooo…+ add the lavender of desire
and look again
Sooo…+ add the lavender of desire
and look.
Oh verde!
Awe Blanko!
Together you wait.
Senior, Señorita , that sweet breath you take?
Tumbles over and over
Through and through
Until silence abides
in the broadcast of blue.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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