April is he again…and that means it’s National (International) Poetry Writing Month – or NaPoWriMo for short. I will once again attempt to post at least one new poem every day for the entire month. At napowrimo.net, we are given an optional prompt each day. I will use these prompts sometimes, but will likely’do my own thing’ from time to time too. Today’s prompt is secret shame or secret pleasure. Without further ado…
I have a secret love of sound
Of rhyme and rhythm on the page
Where poems and poets can be found
I think that that is all the rage
And though some poets write more ‘free’
eschewing rhyme and rhythm too
I tend to write more formally
(It’s OK if that’s not for you)
My rhyme book’s never far from hand
In case I cannot rhyme with ‘purple’
You think ‘He’s stuck now! Ain’t that grand?’
But ‘Ha!’ a cat is really ‘fur full!’
And now to end, I’ll rhyme with ‘orange’
By simply using the word…darn. nothing rhymes after all.
“Of course not!” is what
Most people say
when I tell them the colour of Life.
“It’s green!” They insist…
as they think of plants in spring
as they poke their way
through the soil to greet the sun.
The colour of Life, though
is not the colour of things with life
but the colour of the essence
of Life itself.
I assure you that
Life is Orange.
Sometimes they’ll ask, “why orange?”
and that is like asking
why the sky is blue
or lips are red.
Life is orange, simply,
because it isn’t any other colour.
Over at dVerse, we are talking synesthesia – a condition where some people perceive one sense as another (they’ll hear a colour, or see a sound). For many years now, I have said that “Life is Orange”. I was quite surprised when I met another person who, independently of me, held the same view…and so did someone else that he knew. Turns out that all 3 of us also agree that philosophy is blue (almost purple).
Why is green considered
…the colour of greed?
……when in truth it’s
………the orange of flame
for fire will consume
…all in its path –
……never satisfied until
………there is no more
………once there is no more
Dr. Seuss wrote a fabulous book called My Many Colored Days. This book is rather atypical when compared to Dr. Seuss’s regular style, but I think it’s one of my favourite of his books. It compares different emotions to different colours and is, I think, a wonderful way of helping children to express how they are feeling.
Abhra’s prompt at dVerse reminded me of this book, and so I wanted to give it a bit of a “shout-out”
I am not Dr.Seuss, so I doubt my poem today will measure up to that master’s works, but, well…you’re stuck with me anyways! 🙂
sometimes my day seems bleak. BLACK!
starting with fixing
the mistakes of others
while more and more items
pile up on me,
clamoring for my attention
forcing me to
silently scream in purple
while a wave of dark-blue emotion
stifles my urge
to be productive.
I long for the light-blue
of open sky
as I flee from
the bruise-shaded hues
of a miserable day
the vivid orange
that is the colour
(If you know me well enough, you’ll know that for the last couple of decades, I’ve been fond of saying that “Life is Orange!” I’m not sure why life is orange…it just is!) 🙂
When I heard there are no words that rhyme well with orange
I decided to make one and so I said “Splornge”
Well as soon as I said it my Splornge came to be
It was hairy and short and as ugly can be
Before long that Splornge ran right out of the door
And I thought that the Splornge was gone for-ever-more
Oh if only my think had turned out to be true
For my Splornge had a mischievous streak, maybe two!
But before that odd Splornge made its way out my place
he had picked all my pockets with skill and with grace
And he’d gone through my fridge and he’d spilled my root beer
And with black felt tip marker had writ, “I was here.”
Then he hot-wired my car and he drove out of site
and the cops had to chase him well into the night
but when they finally stopped him he’d snuck right away
so the Splornge hunt continued until the next day
And before too much time passed he’d held up three banks
he had stolen identities, pulled tons of pranks
But when Splornge hacked the Pentagon he’d gone too far
As if it weren’t enough that he’d stolen my car!
Well it took me some time before I made my plan
But I finally hatched one with my good friend Dan
We concluded there might be one way to stop Splornge
What I had to do was say that “naught rhymes with orange!”
The solution worked fine but I’ve still got one fear
For there’s one other colour without rhyme I hear
So whatever you do when you want to find rhymes
don’t end lines with “purple” and then you’ll do fine!
I wanted to write a poem in anapestic tetrameter. Dr. Seuss used this meter brilliantly, and I wanted to try to do something “Seussian”. Definitely doesn’t work as well as the Dr.’s works, but hopefully it still gave you a smile.
Written for dVerse Open Link Night