Changing Hues

The colour of my words

Is an ever-changing hue.

It shows what I am thinking

In the things I say and do.

 

Bright and cheery colours

Of Yellow and of Gold,

Mean my spirit’s lifting

My stories will be bold.

 

But when the colours deepen

To Purple and to Red,

Then my story changes

The tales may conjure dread.

 

Blues and greens are colours

That suggest a kinder tale.

I pray I’ll do an awesome job

Of which you could avail!

 

Black’s a colour on it’s own

A Darkness it implies.

Should I write a missive

When on evil it relies?

 

Join with me I pray thee,

And wander through my words.

Enjoy the rainbow I employ

With all those nouns and verbs.

11 thoughts on “Changing Hues

  1. Murphy's Law

    The artist in you shines bright even in your written words Pam. Well done. Your poems and stories bring an array of color to all of us who follow you. Thanks for sharing yourself with us. Love your painting!
    🔹 Ginger 🔹

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