Saman

United States

Hello! I'm Sam, a young teen writer. I am a complete bookworm and aspiring wordsmith of all sorts. Criticism is always welcome!

Message from Writer

"'I didn’t go there looking for you. I went looking for me.' My voice is soft, low, and shaky. 'But now, here you are, and somehow, in finding you, I think I’ve found myself.'"

- "Every Last Word" by Tamera Ireland Stone

The Color

November 18, 2016

PROMPT: Unnamed

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The color of joy,
The color that sparkles off crisp waves in the light,
The color that slowly brightens the sky, and changes it from black and white,
that changes it to many shades, of many lights,
But there is one that shines the brightest.

It beams down to kiss the grass,
the wind twinkling in its path,
winking, as it scoops up the leaves,
among these shades is the color I seek.

The sparkle of gold, deep in caves,
Of sunlight, of wind dancing on the waves
Of fish and birds and all things between,
yellow is what I'm thinking of, bright as a summers breeze.



 

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2 Comments
  • AbigailSauble

    Beautiful job! I love the image this poem creates. :)


    about 2 years ago
  • Marerider

    Nice work!


    over 2 years ago