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.
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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What a lovely comment Ginger, thank you.
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This is lovely, Pam.
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Thanks Dan.
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Always happy to join you in your rainbow and wander through your words and paintings. 😀
Keep them coming! 😀
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I am so pleased!
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Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often.
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A shifting mural of thought! 😊
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Oh, I like that! Wish I’d thought of it! Hahaha
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Your words inspired it! 😊
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