When she spoke
her words became
shades of silver and gray
Filling the morning mist
rising from her body
with a rainbow of thoughts
In her mind
she could see herself
covered in their silky touch.
Colors sparkled as she moved
breathing in and out
she walked
shimmering
colors swirling around her
In a maze she walked
while jeweled tones fell
gently beneath her feet.
Her eyes opened upon the morning world
seeing what others could not
The color of her words
filled her with wonder
as her laughter echoed
in silver and gray
Melanie Bishop, New York, USA
4 comments:
i do feel ever so much more beautiful,, when i reread something i have written and find beauty,, beauty that i alone created... this is lovely....
Terrific words and visuals - the briefness of the poem belies its depth. Nice work!
very pretty, enjoyed the soft
motion of this poem, how the
colors frame the woman.
Nice imagery in soft, delicate lines :)
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