colors he weaves
immortal,
coming along in birth
display splendor of rainbow
packing in minute molecule.
green never dries up
leaves at once painted
with pores in place
work of minuscule detail.
his colors, non toxic,
transform,
without losing sheen.
autumn brown is indelible
as tender born's green.
his light travels in white
blows into seven.
scratch them with diamond
they do not fade,
wet them in down pour
colors are not washed.
Author notes
A contest entry for:
the colorful thread ...
We are the colorful thread and HE is the weaver...Unknown.
A contest entry
- the colorful thread ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 3, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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a great take onthe promt dad i loveyour imagery no colour hug*maralisa
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yes they do not fade..you are so true and so much factual revealing the universal truth of this world...thank you for your wonderful entry...
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Wow. This is such a beautiful piece indeed. Thank you so much for sharing this with me
Good luck to you in the contest.
Much love
Ylova
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