pink tickles
like a feather boa
draped along the shoulders
pink sparkles
like a dazzling jewel
adorning a delicate finger
pink flares
like a plush skirt
twirling about the legs
pink glitters
like nail polish
painted upon toe nails
pink shouts “look at me”
like the little girl
dressed to the nines
This has been a crazy week...and it is not even over yet. I'm cheating on this Last Call in two ways. First, I'm using an old poem instead of writing a new one. It was written during my off period (while hiding in my happy place). Second, I am skipping the reading that normally accompanies this Last Call.
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.
i like pink...its one of those in your face colors...and calls attention to itself...i like the images you paired with it as well....the little girl wants attention as most of us...
ReplyDeleteReads like a set of haiku. You're right about pink...and the last one is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI liked how you described the color 'pink' with a unique tone and gave it meaningful adjectives. A nice poem. Keep it up! :)
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