Prompt Ten
pink
prom corsages
bridesmaid dresses
and baby blankets
tattooed hearts
a rocking musician
and warrior wear
the last caress
the colour of my fear
and my cancer pin
Fade to White
And so she looks a little pale
her snow white robe is torn.
Each one of us will try and fail
and all of us will mourn.
Her alabaster angel wings
from stony plaster cast
spread wide above my everything
the one I thought would last.
In the West the ivory
is worn when we are wed;
but in the East the milky pearl
is color for the dead
All ships on the horizon slowly fade from sight–
all colors of the rainbow slowly fade to white.
Prompt number 10
Write a poem about color
We eat with our eyes
I think as I prepare our simple
Saturday supper.
Boneless loin pork chops, browned
in olive oil with garlic and sliced
green peppers that slip from
bright to muted as heat softens them.
When the pork is done, (no more pink),
I plate it with peppers casualy draped on top
and a side of bright yellow polenta
flecked with green and orange from
shredded spinach and carrot bits.
Taking a look, I am satisfied
a work of art on a square white
china “canvas.”
Soon each canvas will be scraped clean
awaiting tomorrow’s work of
culinary artistry.
Hour 10
everything rhymes with orange
red ocean waves
blue sun rays
purple sandboxes
and cyan berry pie
green valentines
rose pumpkins
black ice cream
and pink parsley
turquoise daisies
yellow rain puddles
lavender footballs
and white box theaters
Opened book for my Dad
My love never goes away
Every moment you pull farther away my heart waits for understanding why you stayed away
I have grown up so I know my heart is open and you can filled your empty pages
I just want answers but if you can’t answer I understand the process of adding new chapters
You don’t have to show me love mom stepped up and did her part and overtime
now that I’m older I just want to give my love to the ones that made my life possible even it meant just the littlest time I had left
spending every moment counts in my book even if it’s not a lot just a little that’s enough to finish here take a look
peeling off white
peeling off white
Don’t be fooled by the colours on my skin.
Don’t you be fooled!
I hide red under rainbows of ink
over white scars
torn by moments of doubt
as to who I am.
peeling white off red
like paint off rust
red off white
off red off
white off red
like it matters
really.
Don’t be fooled by the colours on my skin.
Don’t you be fooled!
Things always look one way
seem one way
to hide realities in the soul
from a world that would
hate all I am
if I were otherwise.
peeling white off red
like paint off rust
my feet hit the red road
with dreams of mountains
drum songs
and starchildren.
All that ink hides all that skin.
Would it matter if it did?
Would it matter if I was who I am to the world,
where colour matters
when it’s not white.
Would it matter?
Would it?
R. L. Elke
(c) Aug. 5/17 Prompt 10
One
I want to kiss each
Of your individual
Eyelashes each one
Poem 9
Good morning
the sunflower radiates gladly
Everything welcome.
Flowers in party clothes
Dancing merrily with everything
Flowers with thorns
Smiling
Oh, such strength!
criticism, praise;
Thorns and flowers
both have their uses.
Oh , such harmony!.
What a bold display
courage to stand out
With love and friendship
Nimru the Shadow Thief
Beware simple merchant traveling with rich wares
HIs price is always right but the cost ensnares
Delicious sweets, gold or bountiful seed
All with foul taint to make a soul bleed
Your neighbors covet and cannot stay away
Everyone withers and falls into dismay
Their shadows scream and twist into nil
Bent fast to the Shadow Thief’s will
The day after greenish horrid things rise
In the night listen for their sorrowful cries
The Shadowless wander forever bound
Seeking lost shadows never to be found
