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This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to open up the paint pots and colour ourselves beautiful in these dark winter days.
So, I hope you enjoy my creation – and please visit dVerse to read all of the other creations!
– DNA –
That purple would be her colour when she was old
And on purpose, she would wear a hat of red
That didn’t match, or suit her one bit
My mum would quote this to me, and I would laugh
Looking forward to the day that I could be different
And get away with it.
She already does this – and she’s not old.
My dad wore bright socks and colourful ties
In contrast to his sombre suits
He was a maverick, beating down the walls
From the inside and laughing in the face of bureaucracy
He was different, got away with it, and wasn’t old.
I like to think that I colour the world with words
That I display my inner maverick on the page and screen
Arrowing blood red anger
Transmitting ochre yellow discomfort
Hurling shimmering violet angst
Launching rose petal pink sighs
My thoughts are a rainbow, transmuted.
I am different – just look who taught me.