I Dream in Color #poetry #photography


 

You have to admit

it never grows old

daily beauty I see

tho admittedly cold

tiny hands that are joined

each and every tide

drawing lines in the sand

lovely never subsides

and the children what glee

spontaneous in their fun

every time its a romp

catching ankles in the sun

every day is the best

and I promise that I dream

for a window to a new day

sun dawns on color streams

conch in hand

Have a listen

revelations of the sea

paint a picture

The Prompt today At Poets United Midweek Motif is Color. There are so many ways to go when writing about color – each a palette of beauty. And yes I am waxing a bit Dr. Seuss (wink)

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21 thoughts on “I Dream in Color #poetry #photography

  1. Those young days by the water in the sun replay inside me as well–my own and friends’ children–strong enough to dream about, capture and paint. I like your use of rhyme here.

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  2. for a window to a new day
    sun dawns on color streams

    One so much desires to be given that privilege of looking out the window to see colors of varying strength for the day! How nice Moonie!

    Hank

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