I am alive with colour
It bumps and collides and releases
As ferocious emotion turned creation
A blast of hot jazz against a cool silence
Brave colour clashing against beige beliefs
Watercolours running together into fractured light
That bends and breaks
And bounces back as a rainbow
Thick oil paint smearing hope of a polychromatic planet
Charcoal smudged fingers creating bold lines
Demanding to be seen
To be scene
To be
Dark sea washed clean by a new day
Determined not to be erased
From a conservative blue and green globe
Daring to dance in rainbow puddles
Not just for our singular selves
But for all of us
Who bleed rainbow ink instead of tears
And use that ink to write our names
Across the big blue sky
About the Creator
a.yellow.teacup
Music maker, day dreamer, poetry lover, wannabe gypsy and colour addict. One big messy ball of contradictions, here for your reading pleasure!
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