Mornin’ sippy… sippy sippy the coffee. Today’s prompt from the NaPoWriMo site is to choose a color and give it a poetic hit. Reminds me immediately of Barbara Streisand’s … Color Book. That feels all pathetic and dark black brownish. My mother was addicted to listening to it when I was in high school. That was a story I found out about years later.
And now… dadgumit, I can’t get that song outta my mind. OK Babs, a new take on that old dark black brownish one of yours. NOTE.. The original one follows my new and improved Coloring Book.
MY COLORING BOOK
My crayon box has every color
A rainbow in every hue
I feel the call to use black
to make room for the
Full bright Moon
A place to paint the celestial
To see the Milky Way
Imagine the many Galaxy
That whirl with planets
and stars each day
Spectacular is the midnight sky
A carpet glittered with Infinite spark
Capturing the light of the Sun’s
last call as it rolls down the horizon
to night
My crayon box has every color
A rainbow in every hue
I choose to use black as night
To see the starlight shimmer
To bring Infinite you
Here is the Original…
For those who fancy coloring book
As certain people do
He’s a new one for you
A most unusual coloring book
The kind you never see
Crayons ready, very well
Begin to color me
These are the eyes that watched him
As he walked away
Color them gray
This is the heart that thought
He would always be true
Color it blue
These are the arms that held him
And touched him then lost him somehow
Color them empty now
These are the beads I wore
Until she came between
Color them green
This is the room I sleep in
And walk in and weep in
Hiding that nobody sees
Color it lonely, please
This is the man
The one I depended upon
Color him gone
Better to contemplate the potential of night sky, rather than focusing on the one(s) sigh, that got away!
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