I AM FEELING ORANGE TODAY, THE COLOR
JUICY ON MY LIPS, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO
IS PEEL ME….
FAIRY DUST MAKES ME REMEMBER TO BE
HAPPY….
THE SUN, SHINING ON MY SKIN, GIVES
ME HUES, IF ONLY YOU HAD A CLUE….
RAYS HIT MY PETALS AS I WAVE, ALL BRAVE TO
SAVE THE DAY, JUST TO MAKE YOU SMILE….
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I AM WAITING FOR AUTUMN…..
ON TIPPY TOES YOU MAKE ME TURN ORANGE~PASSION,
PEACH, AND I’M SWEET…..
EYES CLOSED, STANDING ON THE EDGE, BREATH HELD,
HEART IN MY HANDS, RED ME…..
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I SEEN THIS PICTURE, AND THOUGHT IT WAS
SO CUTE, I NEEDED TO PUT WORDS TO IT…….
Sometimes when the time
is right, a breeze stirs, Spring yawns,
and childhood giggles…..
I like to paint my lips red,
sucking on cherry fizzles….
The stem travels, unravels….
Tickles, drizzles, soda pop…..
Gentle red reaches out as
ominous bends, protrudes in grotesque
gestures…
Pint-sized piddles lays eyes
to the heavens, as spooky
finds color in elongated tendrils…
Hues tangle on sympathy, on
the smiles of the dead…
Strange only have shadows, never
weeping rainbows….
For a short time silhouettes
flush, the grey curtain parted,
rays of whimsical giggle and
tickle….
The clouds play in the
distance, teasing the grey to
stay away.
The trees reach up for
a tickle, a sip of
a breeze.
Flowers stand their ground as buzzing melodies sing
to the petals.
I lay here looking up
at the earth, eyes closed,
my smile stilled, sentimental
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