For Miz Quickly’s poetry prompt day 9: Color Now
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Coloring Life
When young, I was green
with the need of growing,
waving hands, constantly
asking questions, mostly
getting sighs for answers.
Some might now say, I am
soft blue of my knowing, often
sighing when I finally find
those hard won answers.
Blended, these two may reveal
hue of a far away future, where
I become semi-precious stone,
imbedded in polished silver,
worn on pinky finger of unknown
woman, who like me, just wants
to be known as a fully grown
and fairly good poet.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/9/13
Notes: Thanks for the prompt Miz Q, me thinks I might have a birthday poem in this one. The image is a hand drawn pen and ink drawing which I then manipulated with a kaleidoscope app. I do love colors.
Soul's Music 
Oh, this is quite wonderful, particularly the first stanza, and I look forward to seeing what art you generate from it, Elizabeth.
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That’s what we all know you as… I’ll spread the word!
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This is so beautiful, Elizabeth! I enjoyed it very much!
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A precious stone indeed, Elizabeth!!! I just love where you took us with this…your imagery and descriptions are so expressive I was drawn right into each transition. Thank you for this and also for your visits!! I must apologize…I just recovered two comments from you that were in my spam…the last one you made was not in there though so apparently it has remedied. Again, thank you!
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Elizabeth, you are a precious stone, and an excellent poet. I hope your birthday is fantastic. The first stanza is my favourite, because it describes a child’s curiosity so well.
Pamela
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Gorgeous art and poetry for a birthday girl. I agree with Pamela, you are a gem. You make my life richer sharing work with me. It is a reciprocity that runs its threads through so many of us. You my dear, are more than a fairly good poet. You share wisdom with us every week. For that I am ever grateful for this day that blessed the world with you.
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I LOVE “I am soft blue of my knowing”. So beautiful. And yes, you are more than a “fairly good poet”. and have been a precious stone for decades!!!!
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I think we are all gems. I favor the opal, far from perfect and it is the flaws that make it beautiful.
Thanks for your visits and kind words.
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Elizabeth, I love “soft blue of my knowing” and the shift of colors – and the sighs. A lovely image and a fine poem to accompany it.
Richard
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