The Shine On The Water Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
The Shine On The Water
some folks take the shine from the water
the glaze from off of the snow
the air from the top of the mountains
what else, I dont know.
but when you are passing by them
you suddenly feel so cold
though you're at the zenith of summer
and the sun is buttercup gold.
the red from all the tomatoes
the heart from out of the will
dear God please keep and preserve us
from all they so slightly kill.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2020
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6/1/2024 1:07:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Some people cannot stop to immerse themselves in colors, because they keeping an eye out for opportunity at every moment. When instrumentalism rules the roost, color is only a marker to be noted in passing. But in all your poems I am conscious of color as weft, with your train of thoughts as warp.