Today, napowrimo.net asked us to write a poem with a repetitive set-up that gives it an inevitable feeling as the poem progresses.
I played around with, maybe, 10 different ideas for today’s poem, but I ended up liking this one the best. It really came together very well and I am proud of myself for that. Make sure you go check out my best friends’ blogs, Kittu’s Modern Mixtape and Amour Infini for more amazing poetry, and appreciate their work too!
Happy reading, and don’t miss the endnotes for more! Xx
Paint me in the colour of the roses in your garden,
The same colour that rushes up your cheeks,
when you hear me whisper sweet nothings to you,
The same colour behind your eyes,
when the first sun of the day peeks through,
The same colour you love to paint
on the hundreds of canvases upon your easel,
The same colour the sky was that evening,
when we walked, hand in hand, by the sea,
The same colour you told me was your favourite,
the very first time you saw it on me.
Paint me in the colour of never-ending sorrow,
The same colour that seems so much brighter
as long as I brave everything with you,
The same colour the sky settled into,
as soon as the sun died out,
The same colour the dawn brought in,
that one night we lost to conversations,
The same colour of the graceful gentians you grow,
you know, the ones you’re so partial to,
The same colour that your cardigan was
the first time you wrapped me in and pulled me closer to you.
Paint me in the colour of the sunlight that wakes us,
The same colour we draw the curtains to,
stealing a few more moments in the morning,
The same colour we watch the sunflowers grow into
as they bloom to life in your garden,
The same colour of those little canaries
that come flocking to your shoulders,
The same colour as the field that danced in the breeze
as Wordsworth wrote of those daffodils,
The same colour as the happiness you bring me,
the same way that I know you always will.
Paint me in the colour of lasting peace,
The same colour we were drenched in
the first time we played in snow,
The same colour as the paper you wrote to me in,
all those words you couldn’t say to me,
The same colour as the clouds on the clear day
the first time you walked me home,
The same colour as those little daisies
embroidered to the bodice of my dress,
The same colour as all of your blank canvases
right before the first stroke of colour hits them.
Paint me in all of your colours,
The same colours that I was drawn to
the very first time I laid my eyes on you,
The same colours my heart gets flooded with
when I don’t know what to do with this love for you,
The same colours I picture painting on the walls
when we find a place we can call our own,
The same colours that I always envy
when I find them clung to you,
The same colours I want you to paint me in,
as you call me yours and I say ‘I do’.
Paint me in every colour you have,
Paint me the way you want to.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
This poem talks about the number of emotions that love comes with. I envisioned a flame when I wrote this poem, hence, my choice of colours- red, blue, yellow and finally, white. Love isn’t just about the burning passion and the mind-numbing craze that comes along with it, it is also about the numerous smaller moments that eventually, like white-hot flame, ease into a sense of lasting peace. But when you paint the picture of love, you realize that there are more colours to it than you can ever imagine. I hope you enjoyed reading this poem.
The Shubhster. Xx