The Real Toads Tuesday Platform this week asks us to “Colour The World In Words” and gives us, by way of inspiration, the following quote:
“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air – explode softly – and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth – boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either – not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.”
― Robert Fulghum
Here’s my contribution; a poem originally published (in brief prose form) in October 2016 at THE DRABBLE
A New Green
He hears on the news
a new shade of green.
He can’t remember, later,
whether the newscaster
announced that it had been
discovered or invented, wonders
how such a thing is even possible,
and what such a color would be called.
Maybe it’s puked-up-broccoli green or
or first-shoots-of-early-tomato-plant green,
last-gasp-of-autumn-tamarack green, or
He looks around for the new green; hopes it’s
because, newly discovered or not,
that’s always been his favorite.
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