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Just for Fun: Color Poems

May 16, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

color poems

 

Yesterday, Jennifer Dukes Lee challenged us to write color poems. I dashed one off on the color white — and tweaked it a tad here.

White

White is snow
a sheet unfurled from heaven
swirling feathers from an angel’s pillow
a soft dusting like a baby’s powder.

White is clouds
scooped high like vanilla ice cream
in a pink peppermint sky.

White is simplicity
frosted with a fresh stillness
cool and calm.

White is flowers unfurled,
a fountain, and
doves taking flight.

White is a space to breathe.

 

white is 2

But then, because I was Twitter absent, Jennifer assigned me gingham. I tweaked this one, too.

Gingham

You blew in from Kansas
in a blue gingham dress,
clicked your ruby reds
down yellow bricks
with a dog in a basket.
Your story’s a bit warped,
your past hints at checkered,
and now someone’s dead.

Lyla dropped this polka dot poem in the comments (where there are tons of other good ones.)

I was summoned
on Twitter for poetry,
assigned polka dots
which–I never wear.
Still, d o t s for a dancer
in a wide puffy skirt.
I don’t really mind them,
circles make no right turns
with angles that dig
into ribs like the elbow
that asks pointedly–
would you please
get in line.

and Monica posted her plaid poem here.

white is 3

 

Fun, huh? Did you try one? Do you dare?

In the stillness,

Sandy

 

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  1. Monica Sharman says

    May 16, 2014 at 11:47 am

    “because I was Twitter absent” — ha!
    You snooze, you . . . win. 🙂

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 16, 2014 at 12:46 pm

      It’s all in how you look at it. 😉

  2. Louise Gallagher says

    May 17, 2014 at 4:08 pm

    What a lovely idea!

    On Polka’s & Dots

    We danced
    our feet
    skipping to the chords
    of an accordion
    playing
    the Beer Barrel Polka
    and other favourites.

    I love to polka
    you said as we swirled
    and I asked you your name
    in one breathless gasp
    and you said Dot
    and I laughed out loud
    and asked you, what’s your favourite?
    and you replied
    Kiss me! I’m Polish

    So I did.

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