Poem 10 colours   Red flows from me From the soft folds of a slit A rhythmic cycle That sometimes I anxiously await and most times a daunting curse Brown skin a canvass Of lines, of spots and art Inked by needles coloured red,…

Red – blood fresh out of a cut finger Orange – juice oozing out of a fruit Yellow – rays from the sun glaring down Green – stains from freshly cut grass Blue – as above so it is below Indigo – the special child…

This is not a love poem to a person. I have left many of them behind, and none of them have chosen to stowaway in my heart or mind or otherwise to be remembered. This is not a love poem to the home I left…

Red, vibrant In the beginning there was energy. Or so the scientists would have us think. It’s still around, in everything, moving back and forth, up and down, in circles and patterns. Vibrating eternal life. Flowing through you, as the colour of your blood matches…

If Colours were all we had This would be a colourful world It takes time to know That not all that glitter’s is gold Sometimes the things you love It does not make any sense as it may not understand the colour of your love…