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Color Me Pain


It is spring once again

none were the leaves falling about

there were rains no more

pattering in the rooftops

nor gust of chill

nor torments

nor cries—

It is a spring today

tomorrow, the next day until the end of May

so are the blossoms

smell like bonbons

oh! What more to say!


Here comes the spring

—with parade of colors,

buttercups, angel wings

makes me elated within hours

my soul sours...

it came with emotions I cannot contain—

I grab my brush and watercolor

and try to paint it in vain.

My brushstroke seemingly failed,

I turned my luck to pen

and it nailed.

© 2020 MS Penarts


MS Penarts (author) from MNL PH on July 01, 2020:

Thank you Ms Mona... and yes, they are paintings of mine.

Mona Sabalones Gonzalez from Philippines on July 01, 2020:

I love your poem. Every line has a special word that enables me to see an image. Are the paintings yours as well?

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