Sunrise on a fat contented morning

Yawning

Melted colours brushed across a waking sky

The place where rainbows come to die

Recycled as a new day dawning

oh, Goldenrod
carpet o'er meadows of melancholy thy colour stolen from Sun on high
thou art yellow as shimmering as a king's opulence

have thy therapeutic aroma waft o'er hills,
carry through valley and village
withhold through lonely night
as almsgiving to our shadows a portion of light

oh, Goldenrod
though thou harken to whispers on gentle breath
let no squall of vehemence bend thy stalk
nor tine words of restless tongues harrow thy root
nor still
the averted gaze of bittered souls wither thy petals

oh, Goldenrod
have upon thine own crown bestowed a radiance of resilience
to illuminate obscured truth
and mend thus the hearts of willful sufferers

Your eyes are Moon in ****,
Making mine as the Sun,
So bright it colours our tide,
Almost like that jade of mine.

At night when you’re out of sight,
I pray the clouds to move aside,
Unveiling your pretty light,
You are my ode to abide.

grey carpet, yellow wall,
brown table, yellow wall,
blue seat, yellow wall,
and a **** coloured stain on the ceiling.
_______

shoulders pressed inward,
hands between thighs,
hair hanging in front of
detestable grey eyes.

but details matter,
red hands must smear
a crude-drawn picture,
on strips of brown-clear.

blinding and white
burning the table,
ten pages in all,
a statement from Abel.

attempt to explain,
better yet confess,
inky black clips,
secret, sudden cess.

bottle green, cautioning;
two lives lost
to action unseen.
golden is youth,
yet blue is the feeling,
all colour gone, body reeling.

I adore the colour blue

Not the pale blue of assumed gender

Or the gloomy blue of english  

Teachers; seen in poems everywhere.

It's a royal blue

Regal

Ethereal  

But without the fakeness of an emperor’s purple.

It's heavy.

You could drown in this colour.

Or you could wear it really well.

It's rarely seen.

Though it can be found if you look hard enough;  

Seen in the gleam of sapphires.

The light on computer monitors

That one poster on the wall.

Sometimes I cannot picture the colours

Simply the feeling it gives me

Security

Encompassing stability

Power.

The feeling of a home I've forgotten.

To me this colour is a happy one.

(so no, these blue curtains don’t mean I have depression)

One day

After the too bright sun has passed for a final time.

I will pass by,

But I will be happy

Because my heaven will be blue.

Pretty little thing
Light shines through your layers
Baseline glistens in the sun
The beat inside is strong
Perspective is resonating
Such colour with so many faces
who can do no wrong
Living in the present
with futures unknown
This moment resonates
Charcoal complete feeling that heat
inside of me

You remember the fire in black and white
Like an old movie
How the pictures on the wall burned
How they crumbled to the flaming ground
As if descending into the inferno
The fabrics singed,
The kitchen had fallen apart
The stairs to the second floor had collapsed
But the glass-eyed look she gave you
Was the only thing in colour.

like sage or olives
tastes like meadows and fresh dew
like forests and life