Tag Archives: colors

Color Therapy [socs]

cat window dawn

I bathed myself in shades of blue
To wash away the thought of you;
Starlit dreams blazed on through
The floating dark of velvet sleep.
I woke to scarlet candy streaks:
Slivered shards of sugared dawn
Melting on the dew-dropped lawn.
I reached for misty comfort clouds
To cover love I disavowed—
Make gray the color of my shroud.

~*~
Image is mine.
Poetry form is my own concoction.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Coasting [repost]

ocean waves sand beach

The coast soothes my mind,
From the rhythmic crash of waves
To the infinite hues of blues
And greens and grays
As the water undulates,
Shimmers, foams, and sprays.
The endless reality of days
Can erase the dreamer
Within my soul,
But the mystery of the deep
Summons her out to play
And keeps her whole.
It’s only natural to be magnetized
By the pull of the ocean’s tides,
To be seduced by the primal
Scents of salt and sand,
A tangle of seaweed
In my hand.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image is mine.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Auroral Mist [repost]

aurora borealis northern lights

At the edge of rock and sky,
She breathed frozen air
And was energized.
Lights glowed in benediction;
She raised her arms and prayed.
Dancers flowed and twisted,
Magnetized from pole to pole,
Swirling, streaming,
In the green auroral mist.
She had to come to the end
Of the earth to kill the pain,
But instead
Was born again.

~*~

Poetry form: free verse.

Image from Pixabay.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

The Quiet Life [repost]

castle clouds sea misty gray

“There she is!”

“Oh, my God! She’s really alive.”

“Can you believe it? After all these years!”

The Countess waved gracefully to the crowd gathered on the lawn. She had agreed to answer a few questions and pointed to a reporter near the edge of the stone steps. Two armed guards stood at the bottom of each side of the steps, ostensibly to deter anyone from coming too close.

“Countess Greta,” the reporter said. “It’s so good to see you again. What inspired you to emerge from your solitude?”

Greta smiled and indicated the perfectly maintained grounds. “I wanted a fresh lemon for my afternoon tea.”

Everyone laughed politely. It wasn’t a real answer, for they all knew the Countess could summon a servant to fetch a lemon.

Another reporter asked, “We were used to seeing you dressed in mourning black. Does your more colorful attire signal a change in your lifestyle as well? Will you be entering society again?”

The crowd murmured. It was a bold question, to indirectly refer to the death of the Count. No one really knew what had happened, though of course there were many stories and rumors, some of them bordering on the scandalous and vile.

But Greta appeared unfazed. She touched the lace of her heather pink dress and said, “Oh, thank you for noticing my gown. It is springtime after all. But I do prefer the quiet life of reading poetry and painting watercolors in my studio.”

A few more questions followed regarding her taste in poets and such. One of the guards subtly shifted position, at which point, the Countess said, “It’s been lovely chatting with you all. We shall do it again soon.” With that, she disappeared back into the cavernous castle.

“She has so much class.”

“So ephemeral.

“Such a great beauty, even now.”

“How old is she? Does anyone know?”

“The guards seemed more concerned with keeping her in than keeping us out.”

~*~

Written for The Daily Echo.

Image credit to Sue Vincent (RIP).

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Lemonade Days

Summer drinks passion fruit lemonade orange

I miss the days of lemonade,
Passion fruit, ice, and gin…
The lazy rhythm of the waves.

Searching for a spot of shade,
Popsicle dripping down my skin,
I miss the days of lemonade.

We walk with the stars ablaze;
Midnight ocean tempts us in.
The lazy rhythm of the waves

Makes it so easy to betray…
Slow seduction summer sin…
I miss the days of lemonade.

I miss the effervescent play,
Carefree kisses, roulette spins,
The lazy rhythm of the waves.

How fast the vibrant colors fade,
Erasing places where I’ve been.
I miss the days of lemonade
And the lazy rhythm of the waves.

~*~

Image from Pixabay.
Poetry form: villanelle
Written for Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Frozen [repost]

Cold purple dawn

You were wine and warm nights,
Fire-streaked sunsets,
Crackling conversation.
I was cold violet dawn,
Quiet morning walks,
Soft spongy footsteps.

I showed you the broken
Ice on the river,
Where the mud ugly water
Flowed underneath.
Sunlight shattered
Into rainbows on shards.

You left me soon after
For someone happy and chatty,
Picnics and laughter.
I return to the river–
It’s all frozen over.
The rainbows are gone.

~*~

Written for the Daily Echo
Image credit to Sue Vincent (RIP).

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Moonglow

misty mountain lake

This is the place, the old ones say,
Where moonglow bathes the lake,
And an unearthly shimmer shines
Beyond the towering pines.
They say a spaceship landed here,
In a dark, despairing year,
Right where the coral poppies bloom–
Bereft of sun, they thrive in gloom.
Bury your treasure, gems and gold,
And it will be increased sevenfold.

I think it’s worth a try, don’t you?
Meet you there at half past two.

~*~

Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.
Image by Saonetop from Pixabay.
Poetry form: couplet quatrains.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Memory Idyll [repost]

Rainbow umbrella crashing waves

The gray days of winter crash and foam, one much like another. Memories sprout like tender green buds under a warm yellow sun. You thrived in spring, with your hands in the dirt, coaxing forth a rainbow of blossoms.

These empty blue rooms
Echo my silent crying:
I miss you, Mommy…

~*~

Haibun idyll written for Tanka Tuesday.
Image from Unsplash.
Happy birthday, Mommy. Love you always.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Purple Poesy [repost]

Purple dragon wings mythical fantasy

A blend of blue and red,
Peace and passion,
Created me;
Violet, the most luxurious
And spiritual
Of all the colors,
Is my name.

I am the creative canvas
For a fertile imagination.
Royalty knows me well;
Byzantium nobles stroll
Through castles,
Resplendent in plum.
Robes of velvet and satin
Are spangled with gold,
As befits my elevated status.

My color graces soft orchid petals,
Kissed with dewdrops,
Trembling in the early dawn.
Lavender and lilac
Fill your rooms with love.
Amethyst crystals
Glitter in volcanic bowls,
While diamonds grow green
Over their superior beauty.

I am the hue of dragons,
Fierce and loyal,
Soaring across the sky:
Their heliotrope wings
Outshine the moonlight.
True blue is married
To danger’s red flame;
Come closer… I won’t bite.

I am mysterious and intuitive,
Feminine, elegant,
Yet earthy as an eggplant.
Yes, I am arrogant,
But it is tempered with honor.
I am the color of wisdom,
Which also makes me the shade
Of mourning.

~*~

Written for Dverse’s Tuesday Poetics.
Poetic form: free verse.
Image from Wallpapercave.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.

Cupcake Smile

Unicorn cupcakes daughter

Last weekend was super-great. I saw friends in person Saturday night for games and noms, and Sunday I celebrated my granddaughter’s third birthday with family and friends. My daughter originally thought it would be a low-key get-together, but the theme was unicorns, and you can’t really do unicorns “low-key.” The birthday girl wore a sparkly purple unicorn dress and a pink princess crown, and she carried a silver heart magic wand. Adding to the festivities were a rainbow bounce house, pastel unicorn party supplies, coloring pages, pizza and snacks galore, and of course fabulous unicorn cupcakes.

I must say I was impressed with my daughter’s cupcakes. I’ve made some good cakes in my time, but she exceeded my efforts in every way. The cupcakes were pink, and she piped on white buttercream frosting like a pro. Then she added sprinkles along with unicorn cutouts, just in case it wasn’t clear that this was a UNICORN PARTY! Honestly, these cupcakes looked and tasted like they came from an excellent bakery. Absolutely delicious. The day began gloomily but ended up nice and sunny for the party. Truly outstanding smiles all around.

Bonus smile: a friend told me about Mother’s mythological frosted cookies, so I brought a few bags to add to to the mix of party snacks. They were yummy! Instead of plain old pink and white frosted regular animals, we had purple and white frosted dragons, sea serpents, mermaids, and UNICORNS! Highly recommend these cookies. For kids, I mean. OBVIOUSLY.

~*~

Image is mine.

©️2021 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon. Thank you.