Green is gentle. Green is kind.
Green brings colour to the cheeks
of leaves and blades of grass.
In times of drought paddocks
dream of green.
Green is found in the fluoro vests
of rainbow lorikeets
and the glistening jade skins
of tree frogs.
Green is patient. Green is humble.
When colours line up for a group photograph
green is not pushy.
Green is content to stand in the middle.
You can always spot her
between flashy yellow and sombre blue
quietly smiling
fourth from the top.
- what is your favorite color? can you write some lines on it, say a miniature of 3 to 5 lines and post your poem in the comment section? would really love to see what you come up with;
- or if you prefer just leave a comment
Green
The parts of me
Reddish hair, freckled skin
And green-brown eyes
Are brought together,
Focused , when I wear
The correct shade
Of green – cool, cool
Forest green
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thanks Carolyn for being first cab off the rank; that works well π
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I am a little bug I am
Thank god God made me green
To hide ‘way from my predators
In forest (green) unseen
CHOOOMP:
That’s not meant to happen?…….
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π oh Don, that’s wonderful: hilarious and sad at the same time; thanks for joining in the fun π
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I just can’t help it……
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keep it rolling, Don; keep it rolling π
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Interesting you say hilarious and sad at the same time. It seems to appear in much of my work – pathos with humour …..Just seems to happen…..Am I trying to counteract the sadness in pathos? probably…..
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some of the most winsomely charming and accessible poetry treads this fine line: I think it replicates life; we don’t like things too sad and uproariously hilarious can get somewhat tiresome
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‘ winsomely charming’ I like that phrase…..
True what you say….It’s a matter of balance….
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I did do a long winded bit on the color green a few years back
https://gpaulrandall.com/2018/02/05/the-greens/
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I just read it: brilliant; will probably read it a few more times tomorrow — heading off to a barbie shortly — but thanks for sharing it π
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thanks John, cheers…
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long-winded perhaps but there is much that is good; I really liked the stanzas on gambling and golf π very clever
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Loved the idea of green not being pushy.
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yes, that’s my favourite line too
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This is my post about a favourite colour from November last year: https://outofthecave.blog/2020/11/01/favourite-colour/
John, I enjoyed your rhapsody on green. I liked the unexpected flow of lines and all the different ways you found to enjoy green.
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thank you; it was fun reading the poem again: there are some fine observational lines there: the seagull’s wing is a beauty π
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my favorite always green
told yellow was my queen
as I grew and had my say
my green won the day.
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it’s funny how we grow into a particular color; enjoyed that 4 liner: thanks Beth π
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Black.
Obviously.
ππ€
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of course π and AC/DC’s album ‘Back in Black’: a monster of an album !
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Absolutely πππ€
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Thanks for this – thinking of many things with purple:
Purple glitters in its awkward pose
Atop oneβs crown, the top chakra in a haloβs edge,
And of the velvet robes for the powerful yesteryears, or crisp collars of the conferences.
Penultimate blend of the primary harsh
Red and blue. Blended together to form a silken sash on brilliant white for our sisters.
I am reminded of a dyed suede fringe jacket
Of my Grandma G. , calm to these anxious child eyes, a cheery smile between the jacket and her cotton puff of hair.
-a.l.graysay
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lovely — and what an ending π thanks for joining in — I wasn’t sure how this one would go
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When leaving the sun
I’m all in one
Breaking my beam
Favorite bounce is green
Does not rhyme that well but please read it in broken English, Swedish chef style.
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I don’t mind broken English; I remember Marianne Faithful’s song of the same name; I like this, Ulle, especially the surprising last line π
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I like dreams of green, but for me, I wish to be buried in blue. Waves of calm, serene rivers and beaucoup sky, lay me ‘neath the blueberry bush when I die.
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lovely π
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