Colours


  
Reds, yellows and blues
They create a pallet swirled into hues
Absorbing each other like water and fibres
Expanding a story as told by liars

Stroking lines, brushed to fade
Covering a canvass under shade
Promises, promises this time to keep
What was then, becomes now, tomorrow’s weep

There are no colours, truth be known
That would bright, a heart of stone
Mixing a fantasy that swirls like Oz
A wizard? As if there ever was

Love, we all know it’s coming
We dream of it hoping
For a rainbow of colours. Truth?
Love is, black and white smooth!

A kiss is a kiss, we know when it’s right
It’s triggers emotion in plain sight
Colour it, in any way possible
As long as it tingles, unstoppable

Words, are the bonds that connect
The mortar that lines true respect
Say what you will, just don’t colour it
Let it flow, nice and slow, to commit

Ax

crap!!!

4 thoughts on “Colours

  1. Crap? I think not, CRP. ‘When what was…’ Your swing is as perfect as ever. I love this❤️❤️❤️❤️

  2. This has got to be my favourite of yours. Sooo my kinda poetry. And these lines just took my breah away. You are flowing so beautifully, Antony.

    “Love, we all know it’s coming
    We dream of it hoping
    For a rainbow of colours. Truth?
    Love is, black and white smooth!”

    Yes, Love is indeed Black and White
    Why didnt i think of writing that?

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