Assaulting Colors

colors seem to be following me
this morning I woke to a pink sky
greeting me like a breathless sigh
this evening I fell asleep with an orange moon
soothing me like a gentle tune
and in the in-between
colors flare to life
piercing my sights like a rusty knife
they blaze strong and bright
stopping me in my tracks like a red light
i watch blue seep forth
draining the heart of all the hurt
until it was dry like a desert
i catch green peeking out
driving a wedge between friends
that needs to be cut away like split ends
i find red surge forth
dragging the good down a path
lethally toxic like a god's wrath
colors seem to be following me
this morning i woke to a pink sky
that whispered peace like an easy lie
this evening I fell asleep with an orange moon
that laughed at me like a crazy loon
and in the in-between
colors flared to life
assaulting me like an ugly strife
they blazed strong and bright
haunting me like someone with a second sight

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i think i pushed the limits a bit with this one as far as fitting the theme for Poetic Asides' Wednesday Prompt of 'burn'.  


this tasty morsel was a direct result of my first pom seed.  i had thought it might join with my fourth pom seed, but in the end it joined forces with a newer pom seed:  "colors seem to be following me; this morning I woke to...; this evening I fell asleep with...; and in the in-between..."


i think i'm enjoying this whole pom seed concept...thank you to Poetic Asides' guest post by Sage Cohen and her acorns...