Moon half yellow
blue bulls bellow
wolf there lurking in the red zone
king of beasts all wearing purple
kaleidoscopic parrots flying through the trees
peacock feathers shimmer glimmer
hippos floating in the pool
donkeys grey and seen alone
shouts ringing gold
bugles and silver notes
clarinets so full of cherries
What color air?
What color sky?
What color sea?
What color freedom?
Let all colors fly.
Let all colors wave.
the wonder of words, now resemble in your most wonderful poem i ever read....its freedom of the innerself of all vanity of life....as the word floats in the echo of harmony your poem delighted my day... thank you my friend and God bless....a 10+++++
An elating poem, which might draw you into the class of Surrealism. Somehow, I was reminded of García Lorca. - Will
we don't live in this world divided by the colors of our skins.take a look at our surroundings, they're the colorful of life....within life.you wanna tell me you're white, i'm black, they're yellow, brown and others.what color is your blood? that colors of yours gonna bring you down to your knee when you know that someone who had just saved your life is not one of yours.well if you can appreciate that, it'd be fine! so, let all colors wave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this one Ben. Did I ever tell you I love colors! (smile) . The concept of freedom so original embodied in this beautiful poem. 10 Karin Anderson