Midnight Poetry: “Colors”
Colors
(William Haskins)
I like to write in red
of blood and passion,
carnal sin,
of violence and
blinding rage—
the words leap wicked off the page.
Sometimes
I like to write in green
the deepest forests
haunt my eye,
fertile fields and
ancient earth—
the path I trace back to my birth.
Sometimes
I like to write in blue
of endless sky and
whispered winds,
of rivers’ crawl and
foaming seas—
the depth of possibilities.
Sometimes
I like to write in black
of desolation,
searing fear,
of shadow lives and
tragic deaths—
this is how I count my breaths.
(Read more of William Haskins’ poetry here)
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February 3rd, 2009 at 8:11 pm
Now this I’ve got hanging on the wall, just to left of where I’m sitting right now.
Absolutely gorgeous.
February 4th, 2009 at 6:29 am
it’s fantastic, William
February 4th, 2009 at 5:31 pm
Very nice.
February 5th, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Lovely.
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