Perfect Palette Paradise
Color Curiosity
perfect palette paradise
color blending aurora spice
the nicer vice of all the thrice called captives
the first is mauve and red
existential, fearful dread
the endless head which spins circles in bed
the second lays with aqua turquoise
bashing walls with every noise
the louder choice is given much much poise
the third sleeps in orchid plum
softly rapping on the drum
repetitive numb which thumbs the softer hum
the three of pose who slumber still
stuck inside their bordered hill
the thrill of will was lost with all the trill
still, we keep the consortium continuing
as our heartstrings wear, tender thinning
About the Creator
Nicholas Goodman
Poet. Writer. Avid Tea enthusiast. Truth seeker. Love maker. Wondering what makes the world smile and how I can create that in words.
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