Oeuvre

Oeuvre

 

When I sit, or think, or lie...

befriending the thoughts close by

the one thing my mind tunes to

 … is my favorite brownish hue.

Clandestinely creeping into my mind 

to grab my attention so I could find

the one thing my desire wants free

... is my oft favored sheen gris

Yet a thing I may accentuate upon

that strikes me at the crack of dawn

it's the color of my choicest jello

just another resplendent shade of yellow

Something that invades my thought...

brings with it not a tad bit less but a lot

all shades wouldn’t be if it wasn’t there

Yes, it is the color of my granddaddies hair!

No brownies for getting that right

... the mother of all colors, is the tranquil color white.