unity of colors

I never saw the colors in fragments,
could never steal one away from another,

the red sharpens my eyes into a belief
that tomorrow will be a new sky
of blue.

I got blue shoes today, with a hint of red,
quite allowing my navy shorts to stand out,
I wonder if they would go with the green ones.

I walked into the play of the clouds and the sun,
the grey teasing the bright yellow and orange,
butterflies cross my vision, I grab invisible webs
clinging to my body, they are colorless and
out of reach.

there was a time when I used to look around for
a rainbow after the dull rains, but never could find one.
now, I know that it is everywhere, in the light,
in the shadow, in the hills, in the meadows,
it’s everywhere, this unity of our changing times.

and I wear all these colors around me at once.

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A plain one, with some colorful symbolism, for Poets United Midweek Motif.

Image source: Rainbow Color Art by Sandra Illing

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Affection Haiku

kiss of the sunlight

the rose bushes turn scarlet

nature’s affection

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nature’s affection

birds lunging to horizon

gentle blowing wind

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And inspired from Kristjaan’s love haiku,

shadows of the night

hands held under the black cloak

hiding affection

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a love is lovely

let it fly high with free wings

accept affection

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* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 238.

Light and Dark

The thoughts of light had come to haunt her once again, when she was safely cocooned in her darkness.

“Why? Why do they come back?” she cried but there was nothing she could do. She had to face them because they were as real to her as her darkness.

She had left any hope for a bright future and was finally accepting her light-less fate. After falling down again and again, she had accepted her defeat against her demons who were now ruling her from within.

“Let me be alone. Let me be.”

The white glimpses of the happiness, the word she had forgotten, wouldn’t stop tormenting her. They were there to kill the very essence of her soul.

“Please go away. Please, I beg you,” she whimpered, suffocating in the brightness of those thoughts.

They were the instruments of her demons only to end whatever was left of her.

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*Written in response to VisDare Writing Prompt.