Touched the sky—
this blue isn't mine.
The sea, the greens,
the grass, the bees,
the mighty trees.
Every color touched one life.
Then why does mine deceive the eye?
Borrowing shades from every passing thing
Could that be why
I sit alone in white light?
The palette holds a thousand colors,
yet none can paint me.
It's always what meets the eye.
The palette never seemed mine.
Smug, tricksey brownie
lies beyond that sunken log
blending in with the sleek mud.
She smirks when my fly snags
and thinks, "Serves him right for teasing."
Winner 4th Place: MASTERING MICROPOETRY Poetry Contest, 5/13/26, Nette Onclaud
ecstatic childhood
nurtured under principles
shouldering duties to prove
accomplishing the tasks
hide and seek of pains and pleasures
Place: 3 rd
Wearing shades of dye,
he smiled sweetly in daylight,
his hot sighs choked in the throat.
At night, secreting pain,
lay on bed, a chameleon.
Limping through the day,
searching for joyful moments
in the midst of my grief pit.
Using my camouflage,
I speak life by spreading kindness
poor chameleon
always searching for a mate
finding it so frustrating…
other chameleons
always blend in with the background
Mastering Micropoetry contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
11.05.26
He loved her so much
trusted her with all he had
she pretended to love him
led him into her web
then pulled the wool over his head
She sways with the breeze,
sweet zephyr of all laughter
on a beachfront vacation,
my bartender creates
color-changing margarita.
Oh CHAMELEON,
you have changed over the years.
You were such a tease to me,
I loved talking with you.
WOW you are the Easter Bunny.
A sunrise whisper
Blowing across life’s palette
Burnishes the days colors
Makes diamonds of the dew
Succumbs to Autumn’s waning touch
Silent on the leaf,
Blending with the forest floor,
Static stone in midday heat,
An alert tongue is poised.
One strike, my car keys disappeared!
you said just blend in
to see, be seen, here and there
to adapt with camouflage
striking a go between
what you believe and compromise
she lived in a world of lopsided pinks, yellows and purples
he favored tans, grays, blacks and crisp clean white
they disliked each other the first few times they met
their encounters were as catastrophic as a natural disaster
This changed when they were stuck in an elevator together
It happened at 5:47 p.m. on a Friday night in 1979.
They were the only two in there – chameleon and analytic.
This was before cell phones, and the elevator phone was broken.
At first, they were silent, not paying attention to each other.
But she is a Gemini, and Gemini loves to talk and listen.
She coaxed information out of this set-in-his-ways Libra.
Their friends said it would never last.
They are still married forty-six years later
If someone cannot handle a situation in another's life,
It is simple....
Say it in the beginning!
It is very hurtful to support someone's situation,
then when something happens,
they blame that person, revolt and reject,
with refusal to accept apologies, changing like a chameleon
Even when what happens is done by other people!
I have seen it before and it won't happen again
Lessons learned from pain may be the hardest,
but wisdom takes over and karma is real
- God sees everything -
Heidi Sands
2/14/26
(C)opyright
i wish to be a chameleon
to change myself to be what you want
whenever you need it
so i can always be good enough
and i can always be needed
i can change myself to blend in
hide the parts i know you won't like
to be a perfect illusion of what you want me to be
i can camouflage myself
to match you
to morph into what you want
so you never want me to leave
and just to fit in for once
and to be loved unconditionally
even if it isn't me you really like
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