Five colours of the wind.
Red, blue, green, violet, yellow.
Yellow, yellow, just for you.
I stand on the cliff,
just as easily as I used to
sit on your back.
I make my way
to the edge, and in a moment,
I could just plunge down.
Colours, colours of the wind,
I spy the eighth colour of the rainbow.
It is fleeting, ephemeral.
Laughable, really.
That’s just like
you and me.
Author notes
Eighth colour of the Rainbow- a non-existent entity. But all the other colours I mentioned... they're real, they're here, and they're beautiful.
Does the wind has colours? (I don't know. 
)
Whatever it is, the colour that doesn't exist is very much laughable, "just like
you and me".
-char13
In a list
A contest entry
- Color My Soul #2 by Nienna Calmcacil.
650 points, ended December 28, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - "celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music!" round 1 of 4 by iamthebeatles.
650 points, ended February 5, 2009, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is wonderful. I absolutely love everything about it. It is very thought provoking and beautiful. Lovely write.
Thanks for sharing this laughable moment
cassie
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...Oh I get it. Lol. I had to read your Notes section to understand the poem. It's quite thought-provoking.
Thank you for your entry =)
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