The Ballad Of Roy G. Biv

November 6, 2008
By Violet Degnan, Brewster, NY

bold energy
grunge-dance daring
red emergency!
flash wailing lights
spilling blood – war!
sipping bitter pomegranate juice
we give way softly to –

orange sunsets fierce-love
pouting lips
angry overflowing -
feather whispers –
we are exotic
double-take look again
we’re never quite the same
but we brighten and become -

we’re leaking sunshine
bright eyes bright smiles
neon yellow champagne bubbles
spring days
lazy daydream gauzy horse carnivals
sashay across the dancefloor, turn -

new fresh
and we’re all in bloom
filling up green gardens
waving slowly to high-noon suns –
evil witches we’re colored with ivy-envy
casting gauzy spells that invite -

summer skies cotton clouds
weightless hopeful sparkling
we’re mermaids with aquamarine cotton candy hair who live
in blue plastic pools
the Little Sister innocence playing in cosmetic gardens
but then there’s always the -

Big Sister –
moody, lonely, lovely
indigo moon worshippers spinning dancing across
velvet soft silver sharp
we’re utterly despairingly ever-so
glamorous -

and the unexplained
the odd unwanted feelings
prosperity and royalty
spiraling down
elegant violet petal flowers kissing morning dew

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This article has 2 comments.

on Nov. 24 2008 at 7:10 am
i like it a lot, but it needs something more...i can't explain.

Bast said...
on Nov. 23 2008 at 10:42 pm
I love it!

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