Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Flowing 2


Flow flow in colors blue
In their weaving emotions
Instant touch becomes true
In these contrast oceans

All is inside like a flame
Dreams of taking – going
Artists have tints to tame
To their moods of glowing

Dreams in shades of yellow
All bright thoughts therein
In their instance say hello
As you give a pencil spin

Flow flow in colors seen
Like foliage declining fall
Summer greenish has been
Now brown shades call

Life is like a day and night
Touch of moment’s glory
Colors energetic and bright
That is their day’s story

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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