The happy chartreuseof early spring on Mt. TomI missed this yearwhile not paying attention.
Your moanyearning forward in many shadesof red, then blue,then bloodiest-red again.
Everything vaguelydistressed Polaroidthrough rose sunglasses.
Mourning doves,oatmeal with honey,when your eyes look green.
Sharing with The Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden today.
For my mother it was sepia, now we have upgraded our faded memories to Polaroid.. The next generation will not know about fading the same way.
ReplyDeleteLove this use of color to paint with words. Now everything is coming up buttercup yellow here.
ReplyDeleteSuch a pretty poem... so colorful... and a hint of regret
ReplyDeleteI love the title, and the way colours become part of emotion and memory in your lines.
ReplyDeleteWonderful - an inspired write, Mosk
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting, how we associated particular colours, to certain events, in our lives. For me, it's various shades of blues, whether or not, these events are tragic, to me.
ReplyDeleteI'm too in love with this to think clearly. But I see the green in those eyes:)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful way to encapsulate the goodbye.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you missed the goodbye of the chartreuse. Like when we had a going away party for Joe, who went into the Army. But he was gone before the party, we celebrated without him. (Other story is the buddy who missed his own funeral. For real.)
ReplyDeleteI got hung up on the moon, misread your lines, "Your moan yearning forward in many shades," As "Your moon ..." That was nice too, made it more abstract.
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Farewells have no proper language, or can only be sung like this: so far, so dear.
ReplyDeleteSplashed with color....I especially love your closing stanza.
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