Jennifer Cahill Poet Prose Poetry

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"

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