Verse Of the Day

Monday, July 22, 2013

"Colors Passing Through Us", Marge Piercy

Ciao  everyone!!

Today was just a crazy day!!

Has anyone seen the sunshine lately? Because today allll dayyyy it was dark and rainy where I live!! 

Welcome to the Sunshine State:)

But, to be honest, it wasn't really a bad thing at all..

Because of the type of day it turned out to be, I was able to spend some time with my mama and bake muffins and chill:) And take a walk in the rain. And work on writing. All very happy things:))

So, it seemed fitting on this creatively different sort of day to post a creatively different sort of poem.

Also, I found this silly picture in my phone from a day when my brain was probably melting down and photo art was all that seemed logical at the moment.

Do you ever have those days??

Well anyways... enjoy the poem!!!:) And next time the whole day turns black and rainy for you... go bake some muffins. I will tell you, it is a very productively enjoyable activity:)


Colors Passing Through Us

by Marge Piercy

Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.

Every day I will give you a color,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
I will paint you, as women
color each other with henna
on hands and on feet.

Red as henna, as cinnamon,
as coals after the fire is banked,
the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor
their weight bending the wood
the red of the syrup I make from petals.

Orange as the perfumed fruit
hanging their globes on the glossy tree,
orange as pumpkins in the field,
orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs
who come to eat it, orange as my
cat running lithe through the high grass.

Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour.

Here is my bouquet, here is a sing
song of all the things you make
me think of, here is oblique
praise for the height and depth
of you and the width too.
Here is my box of new crayons at your feet.

Green as mint jelly, green
as a frog on a lily pad twanging,
the green of cos lettuce upright
about to bolt into opulent towers,
green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear
glass, green as wine bottles.

Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums,
bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort,
blue as Saga. Blue as still water.
Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat.
Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.

Cobalt as the midnight sky
when day has gone without a trace
and we lie in each other’s arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.
Ciao for now:)

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