Poetry Thursday–The Colors of Pantoums: Orange

Hello, I’ve returned.

I’m continuing with the thing I started last week, where I interpret a color in the poetic form of pantoums.  Today, as according to the title of this post, I wrote two for the color orange.

And since I worked extra hard on these two, let’s just jump right into the poetry, shall we?

 

Orange: Movement One

Have you ever wondered what a color felt like?
What it was like to be consumed by a color?
Would it feel like the petals of flowers found on a hike?
Would it warm your skin in technicolor?

What it was like to be consumed by a color —
Could it be summarized to a feeling simply childlike?
Would it warm your skin in technicolor?
The feelings flame with the matches we strike.

Could it be summarized to a feeling simply childlike?
It’s there in the hug of a lover.
The feelings flame with the matches we strike,
This very color of the sunset, here and gone like a clap of thunder.

It’s there in the hug of a lover,
Less warlike, less businesslike, more dreamlike.
This very color of the sunset, here and gone like a clap of thunder
Contains the joy and warmth of all things lifelike.

Less warlike, less businesslike, more dreamlike:
A color never found in squalor,
Contains the joy and warmth of all things lifelike,
Bright as the mind of a scholar.

A color never found in squalor,
Would it feel like the petals of flowers found on a hike?
Bright as the mind of a scholar,
Have you ever wondered what a color felt like?

 
Orange: Movement Two

I wake up every morning to find the sky on fire.
Though it’s only a dull glow,
I can’t help but admire
Nature’s light show.

Though it’s only a dull glow,
It’s easy to watch the colors inspire
Nature’s light show
Until the orange is lost to the pyre.

It’s easy to watch the colors inspire,
Each hue adds to the rainbow.
Until the orange is lost to the pyre,
We find ourselves lost in the colors that grow.

Each hue adds to the rainbow
We awake to watch transpire.
We find ourselves lost in the colors that grow
Made out of wildfire and desire.

We awake to watch transpire
This sunrise, of nothing we know, but the afterglow
Made out of wildfire and desire.
Although, you and I, without the colors, don’t make a good combo.

This sunrise, of nothing we know, but the afterglow.
I can’t help but admire,
Although you and I without the colors don’t make a good combo,
I wake up every morning to find the sky on fire.

 

I worked as hard on these as I did on the red set.  🙂  (I promise.)

That’s all that I have for now, but I’ll have some for yellow next week.  That should be interesting…

Thanks for reading this.  You’re lovely.

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