"recolour" poems
Dripdrop dripdrop
The umbrella on the drops makes a tiniest splattering
Of collected shades of transparency: Memory
And the whitenoise of the rain
(step step splatter ripple)
Serve to recolour in sepia shades
Even the grayest seconds
of Yesteryear’s faces and embraces.
(Drip
drop
drip
Drop)
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 5:34 AM UTC
Autumn sips from Winters cup
Swallowing deeply of the breeze
Last leaf trembling has had enough
Releasing itself from yonder trees
Expelled upon the bleaching earth
It's colour is an obscene attractant
To note that which will die at birth
Bleeds into pale as its exactment
It screams 'oh colour me red/gold from death
to succour barren earth in the hours I dream
return my memories before I was colourless
until once again, my true colours are seen
Adventuress my life comes, with a price
Courageously I recolour a score more than thrice
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
With sant, build me up
Wishing, could get you out of me
Like fog goes out of my mouth when I breathe
Beating heart, bleeding fast
Healing your heart while seeking your cure
Condition of my madness, over your craziness
Oh your arms, I still remember their warmness
Wasn't aware of this separateness
Yet im left between your darkness
No light, no height but your shine still hides in my eyes
I still feel it, oh I know its out of my touch so is it still out of my reach?
Reckless yet so restless my soul been
Rip me off or recolour my dark soul
Call me an insane or call me sucker but whatever I'm now its just for love, oh my lover
that's the insanity of my love.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
What you were, the locals cannot tell,
Which leads me to believe
Either this was not your true place,
Or this was not your true form.
So I ask, who owned your egg-white shell?
Did you live here or leave,
Rock and stone scouring your case,
On wave crests which held you borne?
Fin sand encrusted between each bone
In time has worn you white,
Washed together with salt and sun.
To reshape and recolour.
What remains is a skeletal clone
Of your previous sight;
Those years you grew have come undone,
But does this make you duller?
There’s intrigue in your fossilised figure,
Which left to its own devices becomes less and less familiar.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
hang my smile
and trap it in four;
enclosed with a glass
a love forever trapped in colours
an unending curiosity;
hang me on your shoulders
sketch my tears into a sweat
recolour me, blue, that blooms forever
pigmented rays of levels of feelings
a purple haze painted unintentionally
but you decided gradients weren't true
you said that love just wasn't for you
so just hang my smile
and you'll leave me hanging
paint another picture of me
with a love that's trapped in colours
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC