Total Pageviews

Sunday, April 28, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 28: A Poem of Colors

Today's challenge is to to pick a color, write down,synonyms for it (e.g., green, chartreuse, olive, veridian), specific mood associations for it (e.g., red = passion, rage, blue = hope, truth).  And then note everything in sight (on a walk or looking around your room) of the chosen color. Then start writing, using the color as a guide.  My rough draft here could use a lot of work crafting those suggestions into this 'start...' perhaps from the perspective of an older person, remembering, perhaps, or forgetting...Or perhaps it is the prelude to another ghazal??...


                                                                 White

                                  White: the color of me
                                                    the color of everything  
                                                           the color of nothing       
                                  God created the world
                                                    in a burst of light
                                                           and everything was white
                                  A meeting in the dark of the moon
                                                    when stars were the only light
                                                           reflected in the wine.
                                  No matter now, a milky way
                                                    blurs the night, truth blurs
                                                             and fades from white to gray.
                                 The jasmine, and the daisy  
                                                    fragrant, visual reminders
                                                             of light that has gone away.
                                  A  new blank page, another day
                                                    with less and less truth to say,
                                                             fading, blurring, white to gray,
                                 I am mother of all colors,
                                                   mother color of everything, 
                                                             signifying nothing, yet
                                 the color of
                                                  possibility.
                                                                    ------Shirley Smith Franklin
                                                              










1 comment:

  1. Shirley, this is beautiful....a lovely interpretation of a color.
    One more day! When I post my last one tonight, there will be wine!
    Lynn

    ReplyDelete