Well yesterday was so very grey.
Last night I met my friend and he said
“yes it’s been a grey, blue day”.
Why is it that when it is grey
A blue heart often comes to stay?
Today I am hoping for, blue sky.
Perhaps the blueness from my heart will fly
to join the colour in the sky.
And leave my heart with a different hue.
One that’s full of joy and true.
If only I can remember the colour it was.
Vibrant pink or gentle green or raucous red?
Or was it just a pure clear canvas
on which we write our dreams
and paint a rainbow of emotions?
An excellent write, David, especially that last stanza. Top marks. Love, Fran xx
The end really makes you think what colour is it, changing with our mood maybe thats the answer, good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have to concur with Fran here David, this is wonderfully depicted! The final stanza does steal the show! HG: -) xx