Colors

Poems from my closet

Made in the dark, searching for a little light;

isn’t the life a viscous circle of black and white?

Black nothing deeper than it,White nothing lighter than it;

And all that in between are shades of the monochrome’s intensities.

These colors are the in between;

Our daily hue of mood swings

Here’s to the happiness,that the sunshine yellow depicts;

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And to the sadness a purplish remorse repeating in snippets.

Blossoming , joyous in pink,growing affection to a love red;

Then it all turns over in into a heart brokenness of blues.

Same old story all over again,dragging through the chores in grays;

And a desire to go anew, fresh in greens letting go of the frays.

Spent all these years with what had to be done;

All the trouble and the hard-work for the long run.

Now, at time’s end the color nears to sunset orange;

Closing in to be engulfed by black until found by white again.