With the gentle rays of sun peeking through my window
and the aroma of fresh coffee swirling in my room,
I bask in the glory of clean sheets and the beginning of spring.
Mornings like these
fill my heart with all the radiance of a sunflower
and all the warmth of a soft morning sun.
Si tu pouvais lire dans mon coeur, vous verriez la couleur jaune.
It is the tide of the ocean crashing against the sand.
It’s when you feel him slip out of your arms
The haunting fear within you,
growing with each passing day.
The emptiness of heartbreak.
Blue can sneak up on you
like the cold, icy touch of a haunting memory.
It is the color of her lipstick
the fierce look in her eyes that could pierce through your soul.
It’s the way you kiss her,
with all the passion in the world.
It’s the hearts beating together
as they sway on the dance floor.
When you scream to the point of tears,
it is the color of your breath
and your anger.
But it is also the color that slowly fades from your body
as you draw your last breath.
This week I will begin something new on my blog: a poetry series.
Poetry is very intimate to me; it is rare that I share it with even my closest friends. However, I think this poetry series is compelling. I will be posting one poem each week.
“Les Couleurs” is an attempt to describe and convey the emotions hidden within each and every color.