Just for Fun: 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.

 

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.

 

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

In the stillness,

Sandy