Blood red pain for days
But remember feeling green
Before the daggers
Bled our rivers of respect
Bright sky blue to bullshit brown
Not gray forever
Life brightens eventually
Every day you’re gone
Fiery gaslight flames burn out
I become my scarlet self
Smoked green before sleep
Painted my nails cherry red
Texted seven men
Spread my heart like purple jam
Now it’s me who won’t commit
Form: Tanka
Written for Tanka Tuesday: Taste the Rainbow #tankatuesday
Cognac Project 
You’ve unleashed some stunning emotions in this tanka trio!! I love the power of your words.
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Thank you, Colleen ❤
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You’re so welcome! 🧡
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Way to go full of colour 💜
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Thank you ❤
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Wonderful use of colour as imagery Sylvia. A very nice poem.
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Thank you, Nitin ❤
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A fiery story told in your tanka series, Sylvia.
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Thank you ❤
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You’re welcome.
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Wow, like all the colors of the rainbow — right inside of you. Love it. blessings.
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Thank you so much ❤ ❤ ❤
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I feel that we are missing a closure epitaph? 💞💞
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