Favourite colour?
Black, says she
without hesitation
I falter, stumble,
mind reaching –
who likes black?
Is that a colour?
It’s all colours!
She’s nonchalant
intent on task –
carefully keeping
within the lines
Of course it is...
ill equipped am I
to disagree, images
of dark somber
corners, sorrow
and death crows –
Why black? ask I,
composure forced –
had anticipated pink
equate childhood
with primary shades,
splotches of yellow
and rainbow skies,
candy red apples
on lollipop trees
But black? No –
black obliterates,
negates, destroys
It holds the colour
inside, she explains.
It’s the outline.
Not annihilation –
order; her mind
conceives of order
So much to learn
from innocence,
have long forgotten
the art of staying
within lines, finding
good in all things.
(Colouring Lessons first appeared here June, 2017. Image my own)
I like the imagery in this one, VJ.
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Thanks K
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A great poem. Black gives definition the colors! Very perceptive on her part.
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She’s a wise one. Thanks Dwight
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:>)
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Very creative! Black used to be my favorite color and some how it changed.
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Interesting. Thanks
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I love this poem and its accompanying image! I particularly enjoyed the tension building as I waited to find out why the girl chose black as her favorite color.
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I’m glad I could convey that, Liz. It was certainly what I was feeling in the moment. Thank you.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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so nice to hear you voice, you read well! Children are full of wonder, what a delightful grandie 🙂
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Thanks Kate!
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Love this, very creative!
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Thank you!
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What a wonderful perspective, VJ. I hadn’t thought of it but one of my favorite art forms is to doodle in black ink on a watercolor wash.
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There you go! You get it too. Thanks.
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This is a wonderful, lovely poem. I love it!!
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Thanks Julie
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Hi V.J. Your granddaughter has an intriguing mind. Must be wonderful to be in her presence. 🙂
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Olga! How wonderful to hear from you. How are you? My granddaughter has quite the mind, yes.
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Thanks for asking, VJ. I’m doing well now. Ups and down have calmed down into a more peaceful flow of time. Motivation to be creative is slowly coming back. Thinking of doing a post soon. The smoke from the forest fires has been horrible for two days here in Northern Ontario. 😦 Waiting for rain to flush it all out. Maybe tomorrow. Hope things are going well for you. 🙂
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I can only imagine how awful that smoke is – some of it has reached our area, although not as thick. I hope your creativity comes back. I have missed your unique style. Also good to hear you are finding a rhythm.
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A wonderful poem – with a sweet lesson!
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Thanks 😊
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“It’s all colours!” – Love that line and the last line, I will carry with me. You’re such a talent!
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Ah, thanks, Michele
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What an interesting poem. It’s amazing what we can learn, when we ask questions.
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Right?! And are willing to listen without judgment.
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Brilliant, I love it! Where did your inspiration come from while writing it? A comment from a child?
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Thanks Paula. It was a conversation with a granddaughter, while colouring.
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Wonderful ❤️
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Black gives outlines! Very good point.
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Thanks. Children’s wisdom
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You’re welcome, and you can’t argue with that.
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