A Woman's Touch
So much depends
upon paint color.
Spiced Butternut, Honey Bird,
Sundance... Hmm, I know: Concord Ivory.
At the end of each day,
when you stroll toward home,
I'll frame myself
behind white lace curtains,
wave. Kiss you just inside
our Raspberry Truffle door
lead you by the hand
to our back porch swing
hanging between Windham Cream pillars.
Ask you about your day.
At night, black shutters
will frame the Tiffany night light.
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Now Dear, do you have any thoughts
as to paint color?
by Margaret Bednar, February 11, 2016
I Invite you to Listen: https://soundcloud.com/margaretbednar/a-womans-touch-1
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Fireblossom Friday - The Red Wheelbarrow" We had to begin our poem with "So much depends upon" - the famous poem written by William Carlos Williams.
18 comments:
This caused me to chuckle...so many will nod and smile...completely overjoyed to let the other choose just the right "colors." Painted beautifully, Margaret!
Point well made... :)
I like how paintcolors can sound stupid.. but don't they really infuse our world with poetry?
This is funny and sexy-how did you manage that? I really love this.
This was unexpected and fun. Those paint colours seem to flow so smoothly from the tongue.
This is delightful, Margaret!
Very sweet! I find the color scheme welcoming. You've also captured the perfect mix of tenderness and exasperation that happens in long term relationships.
I just love this. Such a creative, fun take.
LOL, I love the question at the end, once everything has been painted to perfection........
Color DOES make a difference. Thanks for the raspberry truffle, especially:)
that's springing one on him. :) ~
At night, black shutters
will frame the Tiffany night light.
Yes, one perhaps may not be really sure! Great lines Marge!
Hank
I don't know....show me those swatches again!
I feel like I've walked down the street in your picture...beautiful
Indeed, colors - important; at winter we need fantasize them anyway, good if one's artist so... love the irony of colors at night time....great poem.
Love the image, love your words, and paint colors are poetry all in themselves.
I love it. And what a cool image, too.
Hah! Clever + sexy, great combination.
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