My Colors

I was riding on waves of white

Soaring so high above the sky

Then the wave crests 

And I crash down low into the blue 

But grey is the worst 

The segway between the two 

A mixture of dark and light

When I really crave white or blue 

But not all is lost 

Because I wander away 

Into a shimmer of gold frost

Author's Note

This poem was inspired by Impulse by Ellen Hopkins.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I do like your method of advancing the poem through colourful means, and the bittersweet ending of golden frost. Seems to me you stumbled upon the iceberg of regret, but angled yourself in a way such a burden would amaze you with the way it would catch distant happiness.

[Rhea752]

Thank you :P

[Aehr]

wow, Rhea. This was so... beautiful. The imagery and the use of the colours was great. Good job! :)
Shelving It! :)

[Rhea752]

Oh my gosh :D Thank you very much :)

[Aehr]

my pleasure

[Melody]

THIS WAS FANTASTIC!! I have never heard of Ms.Hopkins, but now I need to read her work. Amazing write, Rhea. Truly amazing.

[Rhea752]

Thank you :)

[Lina Grey]

ooh, love Impulse. I've been trying to gain inspiration from Ms. Hopkins for years now, and you've gone and done it :) lol great job, very creative, much like her style, I think ~em

[Rhea752]

Thanks:)

[Lina Grey]

I love that book! lol I can see your inspiration. Great write hunny, love the colors :)