The color
pink speaks out
of turn, interrupts red
with a white streak
of thought
grenades. It rains.
Lightning decorates
the lilac sky. Waiting
for a serious dose
of thunder—there is
no blue.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash
Just poetry. All poems © 2017 Amy Nash
Love this. However, I think you should consider performing this. I think it would sound nice. I imagining a conversation within the skies and someone easing dropping on their front porch.
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Really like how you personified color in this. ❤
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Thanks. I find the concept and personality of color fascinating.
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