I am this.
The sullen smog from Jimi’s rock and roll guitar.
The faithful mist of a a royal prince.
The reddened azure of water’s vapor.
I am not a sissy pastel,
nor the good-for-nothing child of black and white.
My soul is the first breath of spring’s vibrant columbine.
My heart is filled with the liquid of amethyst jewels.
I embrace the grandiose swirls in the sky of a rising day.
Never will I be boring khaki pants,
nor blue’s contradictory Florida fruit.
I shall always be the favorite softness across a girl’s shoulders
and the stand-up brightness of a garden’s salvia.
I am the elongated aubergine, next to the shady tomato cousin.
The list of me is long.
The favorite of a brave man’s shirt.
A child’s favorite pony.
A Mardi Gras bead.
But it’s Friday.
The deepened color of an evening sky reflects who I am.
An intensity of indigo blue and crimson red seep into the ground.
The TV falls silent to plodding, fuzzy slippers.
And I, purple, sleep in the glow of a light that helps you find the bathroom.
Dear Readers, I’m currently engaged in an online creative writing course through a local library. This post has been my incursion into assignment #2: “Choose a color to write about. Use the thesaurus function on your software or a printed thesaurus at least ten times during this exercise. Work to focus your writing and write tight. Make the assignment no more than 250 words.”
Hope you enjoyed and I will be sharing other assignments over the next five weeks as deemed appropriate and printable.