Palette of Musing Colour
I get lost in a dream of my choosing,
A zest fairy tale or reality;
Drawing my heart strings with abstract musing,
Idyllic poetic shared fantasy.
Natural colorants of black silk night,
Glorious effulgent wide azure sky,
Spilled crimson horizon morning sunlight,
white jasmine laden boughs whither so high.
Purple heather on the verge of blue creek.
Rich autumn rainbow play sips its nectar.
A gray wolf bearing its long fangs grows meek,
Flying sapphire dragon, king's gold scepter.
A palette of colour fluidity
Through unwontedly buoyant poetry.
1/11/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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