Every Shade of Pink

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko   Nov 26, 2013


Within
Cinnabar-filled
dreams,
an Amaranth
is vigorously
growing
beside a
vermilion,
rustic, and
melancholic windmill.

Experienced
and aged,
the windmill
admires the
Amaranth's strength
and color.

Its blossoms
are meant
to describe
every shade
of pink.

Pink is
not just some
white indoor
latex paint
that is
combined with
a tint of red.

It is
not just
found in
the strands
of your eyes
nor in
the smog
beneath the
horizon of
Manila.

It is
in the ink
of my pen,
in the canvas
of your
storied and
distant smiles.

Like the windmill,
my pocket
is empty...
but it knows
that what's
inside the
left chest
is the most
important thing.
And beside me
is an Amaranth
disguising as the
21st shade
of pink
found in
this poem.

My poetry is
every shade
of pink-
it tangos
with the
flowers of
Amaranth,
it reflects
the windmill,
and it
burns in
my heart
like a cigarette
trapped within
vermilion years.

When every
pink in
your hair
looks like ashes
diminishing your
greatness,
you will find
it is worth
collecting Cinnabars
to stumble upon
the Amaranth
powerfully growing
beside the
robust windmill.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Okay this is a truly beautiful start of a poem dashiel. I loved the imagery you show inside the first stanza. You bring such a simple thing to life and used the compare well. The flower is such a simple thing but you make it shine with it's beauty through your words. I loved the windmill as well because it is not really used in poetry much but you did well. I love the second stanza as well. The wording is outstanding here. You say that pink is not just another colour but part of the flowers heart and soul. The use of eyes and the way you describe them is breathtaking to me. You did so well through the first five stanzas.

    I love how you say you write about the smiles and compare the flowers to this persons beauty. I loved the imagery. You made me smile as well. I love how you can make your pen dance through such simple words. I like how you went back to the windmill and I think you say that even though it's not working or is rusty there is something about it. Maybe the heart is compared to the flower. I believe what you are saying overall that you write from your heart even though sometimes it hurts and is not always beautiful. I loved this poem in general. Because I feel like it tells a beautiful story. Well done.

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