Newborn Eyes
The robicund dominates,
like the beauty of a red rose bush
planted amongst the wilds.
It is of a still life; a blush.
The Tatian tints are flames,
that might torch the evolution
of the Earth. Or the color
is of a ripened orange grove;
or a bowl of tangerines!
Green, be it Kelly, or olive,
or a simple deep light green,
are the mowed lawns of fancy yards;
or the blossom of the apples
in the flush of a late Summer;
the Autumn apples buoyed
in a barrel of tapwater.
We will know the color blue,
from when we first open our new-
born eyes: The shades of the Sky,
a Sea. A bruised dermis.
The yellows are a petal
of a Daisy, a Sunflower;
the softness of a Butter-
cup. A weed. Ambrosia.
June 19, 2021
Contest: Prompt "My Art, My Drawing"
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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