Poem about green color and first day of spring in my town |
~The Color Green~ by ~Minja~ There's a place beyond my town, I called it my secret place till yesterday. Why? It's not secret anymore. That's what happens when you paint your feelings in spring, everyone like newborn life and what it bring. I colored my feelings yesterday; a lot of green I must say, and a few daisies to fulfill palette in my notebook; Strayed ball from child's hands hit my head; Oh, I'm sorry Miss. You're painting? May I take a look? Small hands reached my notebook; his eyes amazed. Who is this Miss? Looks like... oh my God! It's me. Littlest legs run down the stairs; Hey guys, she's painting us, you have to see this; his voice echoes, my secret he bares. Gurgle of voices run to the hill to discover the secret of my notebook; children play is left alone. It's beautiful Miss, you're talented Miss their voices reward my work; another idea my mind hits. In the beginning there was a color, a color of green. Then it turned into the painting, a feeling, a child's play. So, I thought to turn it into a poem so you can see my spring-ish day. __________________________________ Winner in "Monthly Poetry Contest" March entry 2015. Prompt: The Color Green Line Count: 32 Word Count: 198 |