Apr 5, 2016 NaPoWriMo, The Daily Post
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt for April 1st: Colorful
Colored Me
©April 5th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Color your world blue
Blue ice, blue eyes,
Blue mood, blue skies.
Color my world brown
Brown skin, brown hair
Brown earth, brown stare.
Color their world green
Green trees, green grass
Green youth, green lass.
Color our world red
Red blood, red flowers
Red hearts, red scars
Color our space gold
Gold sun, gold dunes,
A golden noon
Color my world black.
Black eyes, black skin
Back where you’ve been.
Hold my blue,
I’ll follow you.
Hold my brown
I shall not frown
Hold my green
(Of youth, I mean)
Hold my red,
I’ll not be led.
Hold my gold
To make you bold.
Hold my black,
Don’t hold me back.
Hold me thus
In all my modes;
In all my sorrow –
The dread it bodes.
In all my joy,
The boundaries break;
In all my peace,
It’s love I make.
In all my art
Live songs I sing
In all my worlds,
I rise on wings.
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Submitting this simultaneously to The Daily Post, and to NaPoWriMo
Tags: #Colorful, #Colors, #DailyPrompt, #ModesandMoods, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost
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Bees Abuzz
©By Vijaya Sundaram
Written in India (on Friday, July 16, 2010)
We went to the bazaar today, and I had my head spun around like cotton candy by the incandescent colors and iridescent clothes I saw. My daughter showed discernment and good taste, except when it came to certain hair clips which possessed a gaudiness that defied description. I, on the other hand, well, I hesitated long and hard over certain things, and made snap decisions over others.
Shopping for clothes and accessories is both elevating and depressing. It’s like a quick buzz you get from certain substances, but after all is said and done, what you crave is the oldness of things you’ve always worn. The new things, gleaming and gauzy, lie like treasures waiting to be claimed. Months go by, and you go back to the Egyptian cotton blouses of plain prints you’ve always preferred over the glittering over-worked, highly decorated, over-priced dresses you’ve picked up in a moment of infatuation and uncertainty under bright lights.
And thus, women spend their days, going from one buzz to another, like so many bees among artificial flowers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That’s all, folks!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tags: #Colors, Comfortable old clothes, gaudy things, Shopping in India, women and shopping