Cerulean, a beautiful word
for a heavenly colour of sky
When Spring once more
colours me happy,
when fluffy white clouds
speckle the coverlet
my sombre winter mood will fly.
The colours of summer are golden
and green of budding trees.
Massed brightness of flowers
splendorises the garden,
gleefulness fizzes in children’s eyes
happiness rules the skies
and the beach beckons.
The colours of Autumn
dazzle with the glow
of yellows and reds
until the air becomes full
of a kaleidoscope of falling leaves
Gray is the colour of winter
until the miracle that is snow
puts a shine on a dingy world.
Never think that snow is merely white:
look again and see purple, blue, yellow
brought to sparkling life by winter sun.
The We Write Poems prompt this week is for a colour poem, repeating a theme from January 2012. The first stanza was posted then, but I decided to continue in the same vein. This needs a bit of shrinking, and I shall probably come back to it.
Wonderful writing. I love seeing the seasons in color.
This is melty-colorful goodness at its best, Viv…my mind just feasted on this display!
Love the word coverlet for a sky description!
splendorises
splendor + irises
My favorite part here is the colors in snow, which we do tend to forget.
For me, colors bring a sense of joy and that is the feeling I get from your poem Viv. Wonderfully bright and bouncing. Great way to start my day,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2009/01/01/a-woman-of-color/
Good one, V. I, too, love “splenorization”.
splenDorization
A delightful seasonal journey.
Viv – here is a link to the directions of writing haiku, tanka and renga – at least what I was taught.
I’m sure there are more than one way to write American Japanese Style poetry
There are so many forms I just don’t know. The simplicity and complexity of each is a different challenge.
http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/haiku-and-other-sparkles/
So far as it goes yes, but both Wikipedia and http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5788
describe Renga as a collaborative form.https://public-api.wordpress.com/rest/?notes_iframe
Exactly! Are we mice or are we poets?
Oh, thank you ma’am! I consider poetic rules the same way I deal with recipes …guidelines. And I never do quite follow them exactly – even when baking and there you have to be a little bit better about measurements. I say we are Poets, with a capital “P”.
Love your snowy colors. I’m so glad you wrote about the colors in winter!
“splendorises the garden” — nice! (I can see it in time-lapse, actually.)
Colour me happy, too – love the vibrancy of the colours in this poem.
Ooooh, Viv, I too love ‘cerulean’ ~ fabulous word ~ lovely poem ~ great rhythm