I am...
A poem about the colours I am made of.
In this poem, I try to convey the colours I am 'made of'. Life has battered me a bit, it's true, but I am made unique by the people around me, who love me, by the things I care about, and by my perceptions. We are all wonderfully different. This poem uses colour to tell you about who I am.
I hope you enjoy.
I am...
I am light pink.
A delicate colour, with a blush
Of fragile peonies and soft candles,
Easily destroyed
By the cruel winds of words
And thoughtless actions.
I am purple.
A deep, passionate hue
Of blueberry stained lips,
New tubes of paint,
Tart blackcurrant sweets,
And streaks across sunset skies.
I am green.
Ever changing under light:
Pure sunlight gives me fizzing energy,
Overcast days send me down
Into low feelings
And self-doubt.
I am silver.
A solid ring of loyalty, forged.
Made by words of love,
Acts of bravery, selflessness
And time to care.
Precious. Forever. Total.
I am orange.
The colour of laughter,
Of mischief, accomplishment and smiles.
A streak of fire
In a dark sky.
I am enough.
I am these colours.
I am whole,
But I can be easily made muddy
By careless words and inexperienced brushstrokes.
I need clear light,
Kind hands and light touches.
Deborah Robinson.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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