Woke up from a dream
in colour where my limbs
danced with the breeze
I see the yellows drip
down to my feet and
my hands glisten in blue,
green, saffron...the earthy
colours on my belly
remind me of my contact
with beauty ephemeral
though it was...
and I know I was
a butterfly in my life
as a dream...
A contest entry
- color... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended February 13, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i started thinking about painting with this poem too as well as wings, i just had the feeling i was in an oil painting, all messed up with smiles of colour.
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Thanks friend
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Humm..so beautiful you are as the buttefly and this makes me dreamy as well..very warm scenario of the life is created here..well done..
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