Color…a poem – hitandrun1964 (Rethinking Life)

she loved color
it was all around her
wherever she looked
color blossomed
into existence
it was
she walked through it
played in it
slept in it
color was drawn to her
like honey bees
to their favorite flowers
she inhaled
and exhaled
reds pinks blues greens
and teal
but little by little
it became
more difficult
to see her
until one day
she simply disappeared
and all that remained
was an explosion
of glorious
and a gentle whisper
on the wind

and the rainbows

Picture: Pixabay

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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