Short Polychromatic Poems

She had gorgeous polychromatic hair
Slapped her clothes together without much care
Checkered, speckled, polka dotted too
She was all about comfort, my girl Sue...

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Bloom in early morn,

                                       polychrome bells twist  on vine.

                                         Bright sun brings your show....

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synapses continued their neuronal junction
long after the seed’s path had been planted

the miracle proceeded in mind and mindfulness
as the journey became her labour of love

prismatic eyes shone once again in a mirror
polychromatic and full of compassion and trust

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'Tis so, I adore a polychromatic Muse.
She's a plethora of jolly dramatic hues.
Not to bore yuh surely with rant sophomoric,
But her aura is purely phantasmagoric.

I hear people ask, “Am I her signif other?"
But fear she might see me as only a brother.
It is quite fantabulous and those sorts of things;
So we, the two of us, will be looking at rings....

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Unimaginable beauty:
I found myself walking alone
far removed from humanity
in a large meadow overgrown
with kaleidoscopic poppies:
oranges, blues, crimsons and yellows
each indiscriminately
commingled in this meadow
like an incongruous painting;
yet, in my eyes, a masterpiece:
A polychromatic blending
of hues quivering in the breeze
as I stood amidst the allure
of their stupefying grandeur....

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Skin transformed to silver beneath the sweep of leaves, 
Peach and nitrate in the moon glow and the shaven silhouette; 
Filtered through the branches, latticed on her breast, 
Polychromatic prisms corralled in pin-prick beads of sweat. 

Summer heat and darkness enticed us ever closer, 
Bathed in pallid moonbeams and stardust memories; 
Laying down together, we as one upon the soil, 
And the heavens smiled upon us as we dreamed beneath the trees......

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Everyone sees color differently

some color-blind

yet they know the texture and 
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes – 

not all black and white, coldly set,

appealing only a stark contrast

some light embracing its 
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch – 

meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached…....

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