Debra Squyres Poet Light Verse

Colors of Life

Colors of youth

So vibrant and true.

Fresh and bright

Never giving a clue

 

Colors of yesterdays

Shades lighter and dim

Chances of brightening

Are all running slim

 

Colors of memories

Fading softly each day

No longer sharp

Black into gray

 

Colors of Joy

Lost in time and space

Forgotten in the corners

Of another place

 

Colors of Happiness

Broken in pieces

Stripped from Life

Leaving only creases

 

Colors of Love

Chipped and peeling

Fallen off the canvas

Alone and unfeeling

 

Colors of today...

Simply gone away.

 

Colors of tomorrow?

Simply another day

 

It's Life's Colors

What more can I say?

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Robert Johnson June 25, 2012 at 11:47 AM Wow, I missed this one earlier. The canvas holds a magic touch. Your simple lines have said so much. One understands the very essence. Of yesterday and tomorrow in all it's presence. Hi Debra, this is a wonderful poem. It connects the heart. May your colors be vibrant to the end. Your friend the rhyming commenter. :)

Phyllis Babcock March 22, 2012 at 10:28 AM This reflects sadness and the colors only black and gray. We have to color that world of yours with blue and yellow and orange. SMILE. love phyl

Andrea Dietrich January 26, 2012 at 8:53 PM oh, a melancholy one is this one, with those colors fading away. I enjoyed the read and hope you are not feeling sad! Luv, Andrea

Brenda Victoria Northeast January 26, 2012 at 1:06 AM A very interesting painting you paint Debra- I feel a little chipped- I am not going to say flaky mm- blessings and a very lovely read, bren

Bl Devnath January 25, 2012 at 11:24 AM You are much young seen the colors of days. Wonderfully worded, enjoyed and loved, bl

Spandan Karmakar January 25, 2012 at 2:07 AM A wonderful poem by you Debra really enjoyed the colours of light......spandan.

Preston Hill January 24, 2012 at 11:33 AM Wow- what a unique & cool use of color.

Lizanne Scholtz January 24, 2012 at 11:25 AM Wondeful poem Debra, love it. Elizabeth

Anne-Lise Andresen January 24, 2012 at 11:07 AM Think how lucky we are that we can see the beautiful colors.Lovely poem Debra. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Sara Kendrick January 24, 2012 at 9:01 AM Very creative and can be true of life..Sometimes those memories are tainted by unpleasant happenings, being abused, stress or other things in life..Good can return if one will open the door to possibilities..Enjoyed reading this morn..Sara Debra Squyres January 24, 2012 at 9:30 AM Thank you Sara. Wrote this one day when I was feeling rather blue. I'm always open to possibilities...should they come my way.