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
they’ve discovered
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
split-green-pea-soup green,
or first-shoots-of-early-tomato-plant green,
last-gasp-of-autumn-tamarack green, or
green-only-the-dreaming-parrot-can-see green.
He looks around for the new green; hopes it’s
black-rock-that-only-turns-green-in-April-rain green
because, newly discovered or not,
that’s always been his favorite.
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Nice!
Green is my favorite colour and you have portrayed so many different hues!
I don’t think green is my favorite color? But green makes everyone else look good!!! Thanks for the poem about green.
I so admire you imaginative shades of green, especially the one the parrot sees..
I vote for the parrot green too…that one is dreamy.
All my poems seem to be blue. Should I be green with envy? I vote for shamrock Irish green. Some say kelly.
I like that shade of green too. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who notices it.
Let’s hope it is the green of environmentalism. Smiles.
I loved the “what the parrot sees green” – and yeah, black rock green in April rains …. now that is a very rich green with tons of back story.
I like your approach to this – and am glad you found some fun in the big bin of crayons!
Love the green of spring the most… puke green made me cringe.
Green is my favorite color. I love this: first-shoots-of-early-tomato-plant green
Being colour blind it is not hard for me to see colours quite different to their given names. I remember after WW2 paint colour charts were very basic the painter would mix the colours to achieve the colour you asked for in a room.
My favorite is the color of new leaves on a foggy day, with the sun just starting to show through. Emerald city.
Thank you for these, Ron. And this one, especially: “green-only-the-dreaming-parrot-can-see”
That last shade especially sounds perfect…black-rock-that-only-turns-green-in-April-rain… will think of it now, everytime I see moss on stone!
Anyone that can get puked and broccoli into a poem eloquently like this is a favorite poet of mine! Love this! !