The color of my quill,
changes with the strength of my will.
Sometimes, its strokes are black
because of the heart it lacks
and the darkness it holds,
hidden beneath its multiple folds.
Often, its ink is pure white
because of the innocence it stores inside.
It also paints the canvas blue
because of the tantrum which life threw.
At times, it changes to red,
because of the unhealed scars that bled
or may be the crimson heart
got hit by the cupid’s dart.
It can also bleed yellow
if the lemons turn out a bit mellow.
Today, it is sparkling green
because of the Earth that is clean.
I wonder what it will spill next,
a cliched drama or something a bit grotesque.
I leave it up to you, please guess!
Hi friends! Don’t miss out on the Poetry Month challenge, hosted by our very own blogger-friend, John Reyes of Jar of Poetry. This week was all about the ‘Color of my Quill’. Come, join in! Hope you enjoy the ‘Spill’ from my quill.