Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Rhyme

White Knuckles

Blue sighs,
purple heart beating pain
Scarlet letters
written on rice paper grain

Black clouds
portend colonial violent reign
Silver pocket lining — 
Ivory Coast watch has a gold chain

Indigo weep journey,
stern waves of Coral Reef grief from green gain
Obsidian gale passage,
white knuckle fear mete with alabaster disdain

Steel blue sky,
pale joy in the skin cargo lane
Bronze native hope
shipped to brass harbor strange

Black enfolding clouds,
infrared serene thoughts ponder forgiveness arcane
Sunshine free promises
darkly veil a fetter capital idea, so auctioneer insane

Eclipse horizon,
opaque firmament change
Pink eyes can’t see the snowstorm coming,
leaving frozen asset remains

Blue wail sky
dew drop more violet moan rain
Crimson siren tide
left a white knuckle asphalt stain

Black brow clouds
are thunderbolt cry parting: “Die latter-day Cain!”
Ruddy cloven tongues
are white lightning uttering: “Abel shall live again!” 

Rainbow balm sky
after the purple bruise reign
Grey matter turbulent tide
is now a peaceful cerulean haven

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Silent One July 19, 2020 at 3:41 PM You are a very clever port and a master word weaver .

Paul Callus July 19, 2020 at 5:32 AM This is cleverly done, Freddie. Your topic is projected through an array of colours which culminate in White! Hope you are keeping well, my friend. Regards // paul

Andrea Dietrich July 17, 2020 at 8:56 PM this is written deep from your soul. It's quite beautiful how you used colors to give your emotions! Very creative.

John Hamilton July 17, 2020 at 10:22 AM The title drew me in, very clever, I suspect this is much more than meets the eye, a powerful denunciation of slavery, that seems to never end, very apropos this write considering...

Richard Lamoureux July 17, 2020 at 9:01 AM Your words remain significant. Potent ink! Thanks for your visit

Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon July 17, 2020 at 6:54 AM Dear Freddie, I am glad to feed my eyes with this beautiful piece once again after a long holiday from Soup. I love your rhymes and the way you seem to invite mother nature in your choice of words. Much love, Adeniji.