Colors Of My World
The colors of my world,
sometimes seem to fade,
from brightness to darkness
and never stay the same.
Then with poetic words,
instead of brushes,
with a page,
instead of a palette,
I choose to create –
the colors of my dreams.
White clouds,
like sailing ships upon a sky of brilliant blue,
wildflowers,
in colors of red, purple and yellow,
in a green meadow.
The yellow sand beneath my feet,
by a sea-green ocean,
where waves with white foam caps,
come rushing to shore.
Gulls cry and bid goodnight,
against a blazing sun of reddish-orange,
as it slowly dips into the ocean.
The black of night descends,
stars pop out like glittering diamonds
and the golden moon,
winks from above.
Night clouds play hide and seek,
as the moon peeks out from behind,
while the ocean reflects a silvery bridge,
that beckons me to the other side.
When suddenly the colors all change,
as pink and white swirls fill the sky at dawn
and a red sun says good morning,
as it comes out of the ocean.
The beauty is breathtaking
all these and so much more –
are the colors of my world.
~
For more works by this author see Rasma Raisters Author Page
https://www.creativeexiles.com/author/rasma/
You can also see more poetry by Rasma on HubPages. https://hubpages.com/@gypsy-rose-lee
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A colorful verse with great imagery – I love it. Well done, Rasma.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Yes, filled with imagery in vibrant painted colours. Enjoyed, Rasma. great work.
Thank you, Tony.
Ever since I took a field painting course when I lived in Montana I have found a whole new world of color. I loved your poem and I hope you are well Rasma. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie. Everything is all right here in Florida.