Colors.
Blues.
Pinks.
Light.
Movement.
Paint.
Strokes.
Lines.
What else comes to mind?
Art.
WHAT COMES TO MIND?
color
A RADIANCE FROM WITHIN
Nature has its own beauty.
Its radiance comes from within.
Blossoming from a mere seed
To give color and light to the world.
BECOME ONE
Source:melisica
Your touch brings me warmth.
It adds color to my transparent slate.
I feel your fingers stroking.
Your palm pressing.
Dig deeper into my pain.
Become one with me.
HAPPY DREAMS
Source:camillaperkins
Eyes follow you.
Snap at you.
Sharp teeth.
Crushing jaws.
Colors surround you.
Murky water.
Deep mud.
Swirling.
Around and around.
Happy dreams.
BLUE
BLUE
It calls to me this night.
I will close my eyes tight.
I still can see the blue.
It lights up me and you.
I open my eyes and see
what I don’t believe can be.
Mountains and water so blue
even your face has the hue.
COLOR TO THE WHITE
Source:birdasaurus
Bring a little color to the white,
Cascade down the bricks every night.
Roses will soon bring red to the scheme,
Adding so much more to the scene.
THE BLUE
Smouldering Heart of the Blues by ecstaticist on Flickr.
The blue sucks me in.
Velvet petals caress my face.
A buzzing bee whizzes past.
I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.
My head spins from its heady fragrance.
Lines of poetry beg to be written.
Will I yield to the blue darkness?
It’s a trap I cannot escape.
