Thought I’d crawl out from my cold-gray-days induced hibernation and share my One Shot Wednesday poem. Cuz when you’re feelin’ blue, no other color will do . . .
A Hole in the Box
You let me wax.
Carnation Pink. Blue Violet.
Gold and Sepia too.
You on the other page.
Outlined firmly.
Colored softly.
And Sipped Coffee (a color in my book).
Somehow growing up.
I colored my life.
Spring Green. Magenta.
Midnight Blue.
Somehow growing old.
Still scribbling.
Granny Apple Green.
Now outlining.
Silver and Bittersweet.
Always looking.
Forever missing.
That perfect hue.
That Mary Evelyn Blue.
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May 5, 2011 at 8:29 pm
Sweet!
May 5, 2011 at 11:48 pm
Thanks Donna. Big sister approval is the best ever!
May 5, 2011 at 4:42 pm
Love your splashes of color for this.
May 4, 2011 at 2:45 pm
She was my godmother!
This is such a beautiful tribute. I can almost see her smile from here!
May 5, 2011 at 11:40 pm
Thanks Rich! So we have another thing in common: your mom is my godmother in spirit. 😉
May 6, 2011 at 8:21 pm
ah judy…
May 4, 2011 at 2:01 pm
Judy—this is so beautiful!!! Made me bawl… remembering your dear Momma–my dear sister–& remembering my special niece, Judy & our potato candy adventures.
May 5, 2011 at 11:28 pm
Oh yes I think I have a potato candy poem hiding somewhere inside of me. When it gets brave enough to come out you’ll be the first to meet her! xoxo!
May 4, 2011 at 11:42 am
love how you use the color to mark the ages of life…always looking forever missing…ugh i feel that one…
May 4, 2011 at 9:00 am
Cold Gray Days? But it’s spring! Ha…I truth, I know what you mean, though…my state still seems to think spring involves morning frost and gray skies. We disagree on the subject.
Strong use of color, and I think the short, direct lines work well. Set a succinct, if break-littered pace that makes us examine each before proceeding. Stirring and clever.
May 5, 2011 at 11:24 pm
Yes. Wisconsin springs are not for the faint-hearted! Thanks–I was fighting with the poem off and on for several years, and one night the periods came gushing out, I think from anger and sadness. At that point I realized they perfectly show how many important “colors” in my life ended too abrubtly (such as both parents dying young).
May 4, 2011 at 8:56 am
I also enjoyed the poem, showed the colors of individuality well.
May 4, 2011 at 8:09 am
A simple crisp poem – well crafted.
May 4, 2011 at 7:25 am
That was a beautiful poem!
May 4, 2011 at 7:04 am
Lovely, I enjoyed the interplay of colours with emotions. Cleverly done and very appealing. There is a poignancy to this poem which I can relate to, but age has its’ own beauty also doesn’t it? Love your blog, thanks for sharing, Elizabeth.
May 5, 2011 at 11:45 pm
Thanks Elizabeth. Who can’t relate to coloring? We all have our holes in the box but always so many other beautiful colors to enjoy. (And yes Silver and Gray can be the shiniest of all!)
May 4, 2011 at 12:08 am
i love the use of color in your poem…Spring Green. Magenta.
Midnight Blue…sounds fine to me but granny apple green as well..so many facettes still to discover..nice to meet you poetgranny….