Green talking to white

Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

A green colour sits on white paper 

like grass standing on a cotton cloud 

without an extra softness stirring gently 

cushions without a land of petals 

without anything more blossoming 

yet still in green 

sitting silently on a piece of paper 

soft cushions such a colourful place 

seen so much in this world 


standing still talking words to the clouds before me 

a place of its own 

a place of green 

without more brighter colours blossoming 


maybe they are waiting 

waiting for those colours to blossom 

waiting for the red , blues , yellows to sit to sing and smile 

different colours somehow 

different type of feelings 

an extra brightness 

more company and colours 

maybe even friends 

soft gentle friends 

just like those petals which may stand and sing 

  • Author: Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: September 18th, 2023 12:45
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 10


  • Teddy.15

    A beautiful colourful picture you do paint dear Rose. 💖

  • LIZ

    I love it!!!! 🤍💚

  • Beth K

    Thank you for taking me on a colorful journey! Lovely!

  • JudyStella

    The imagery is beautiful 😊Love this!

  • Goldfinch60

    May that colour be forever in your life Violet.


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