Guess what? I have another poem for you!
I wrote this one a couple of years ago at a writing conference. I attended a poetry workshop and we had to write something based on a random color and object combination from a list on the whiteboard. I picked “fuchsia violin.”
A fuchsia violin.
It’s zipping, it’s swirling,
dancing and twirling,
an ecstasy of elation.
Joy and power,
gentle but strong,
the music flows around me,
like cherry blossoms in the wind,
a rippling puddle of reflection.
It’s dipping, it’s whirling,