Colors
Fred was never called
Fred.
Because his hair was
red,
we called him Red instead.
His name was White,
even if
he was black as the Ace of Spades.
It is strange things
people say.
A smile is for curing
your time of feeling blue.
I have never found
out how to hold “blue.”
Songs talk about
colors.
Jesus loves all the
children—
red or yellow, black or white,
they are precious in
His sight.
Seasons have their
colors.
Christmas: Red and
Green.
St. Patrick’s: Wear Green or get pinched.
Weddings: White gowns,
White shirts.
Birthdays: many
bright colors.
Foods have their
special colors—
red watermelon,
orange cantaloupe,
yellow or green
onions,
chocolate pudding.
Sometimes we get a
colored mark—
a black mark is not
good.
A 100 A+ is a good
mark [in any color J].
Eyes have special
colors—
bright blue,
sparkling green, warm brown.
People say a coward
has a yellow streak.
A zebra would be
entirely white if he didn’t have his black stripes.
A Harvest Moon is a
collage of beautiful colors.
An older woman has a
head full of beautiful white hair—
just teased with a
little blue—a crown of Glory.
I never appreciated
color until my television
went from black and
white to full color.
Laughter puts real
color in my life.
Love is a rainbow of
color.
We have enjoyed its
raging red and
its quiet real peace
of a golden trust shared,
A sky full of
memories shared
like a 4th of July bursting above.
The thrill of seeing
the jockey who is wearing your colors
flash across the Winner’s line for a Win.
The joy of a teacher
who adds color to my life
as she smiles and
talks to me writer to
writer—
thank you, Ariele
Huff
Roger Wilson 7/13/14
Roger:
You are welcome.
I love the way you use the exercises to create something new
and creative each time.
Ariele
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