Kim Rodrigues Poet Light Verse

Byway Colors

I’m learning to love pink
In bowls;
And boys and girls.

For my bedroom wall
Was claimed
  Putrid pink                        by my volitional Aunt
And thus       made me hate
The color of its paint.

            And yellow by the way,
The honking, screaming hue
     Of a steamroller-child

~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~

Through my grand’s eyes,
Orange too!
   Peel those layers,
Those juicy, goosebumpy —
Yes, scary
Four flame-throwing
Tires of                                     to the moon and back.

I’ve had to draw back
from red...the apple of my eye
for
  the
     cops
keep a score of tickets in their squad cars
  for those
     who believe they can pull off this trend

better to keep the Holy Bible in view
We found out, instead

For the eagle-eye of Virginia,
  the sceptic of his state
turned to psalm 46:10

You can turn there too
and net your escape.

To summarize, pink is cool for sexes
Love yer yeller feller
And love yer orange peel
Things in the rearview mirror’r closer
than they appear

God is at hand.

7/26/2019

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Caren Krutsinger July 27, 2019 at 4:22 AM God is at hand, and the rumor is that in heaven there are new colors our earth eyes cannot decipher or see in any way until we get back home to heaven. This poem appealed to my artistic side, Kim. Kim Rodrigues July 27, 2019 at 9:00 AM Thank you, Caren!