Sunday, January 22, 2012

Poetic Bloomings prompt Color


I used to be prejudiced against pink.
You know, pink was fluffy and girly. 
Ballet slippers
I wore a lot of blues. 
But when I became an artist 
I took a good look at pink. 
I painted my walls 
a barely-noticeable pink.  
My winter jacket’s a pale pink.
My living room’s accented in pink roses.
I like pink, I think.
The other day,
my friend wore a burnt pink leather blazer.
I’m not there yet.

1 comment:

Elizabeth Johnson said...

Well I can't say I truly "like" pink yet... but my inner artist is forcing me to reconsider my hatred of it, lol! Fun poem!