Blue, blue is a boy dressed in sailor blues,
The word pops from the mouth, like blowing raspberries.
Blue, blue is a baby boy, whom we chuck under the chin
To make him laugh.
Pink, pink, like cotton candy is a newborn baby girl,
Her skin is smooth against your cheek as she hides behind her smile.
Red, red, a red poppy are the hot dogs, flaming red on the grill.
Yellow, lemon yellow is the summer sun, high noon over cool blue water.
Bathers sport neon stripes to match their neon tumblers that are filled with neon drinks, Lime Rickey, lemon ice, and tangerine Orangina.
Green, green grass is cool and wet to the touch; toes tingle in the dewy morn.
This is the day, rejoice.
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Revised from previous postings.
Kathryn Esplin-Oleski, © 2007, 2008
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Comments: 48
bob, thank you.
Carol, thank you.
thank you.
Thanks, Bhawana, Elizabeth Madrigal,
summer images form a colorful plot
Maurice, thank you.
yes, alison, colors are so incredible. I will be doing one of these per season.
Excellent poetic finger painting, Kathryn. You have so many talents in your writing, and one is letting that little kathy out to play so the rest of us adults can let down their guards. Only really confident poets can do this--the rest are too solemn in their serious endeavors to find the playful fun inside.