Colored Contacts


Black & white,

is quite all write,

when penning any verses…

but world sans,

a rainbow band,

is bland and quite accursed.


Yes, light’s destroyed,

in blackest void,

& white –though bright—is empty…

but hue I choose,

to shade unused,

can fill it full of plenty.


By purest chance,

I’ve kept my glance,

the color of first blush…

with rosy specs,

all grey deflects,

surrounding views as flush.


I’m in the pink

–and so is ink–

behind my fuchsia goggles…

my wordy rows,

a different prose,

since world view has toggled.


©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: local color

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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