Poem - The Sound Of Our Perfect Color by Raven Mcgraw

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Raven Mcgraw

Short Stories

- The Riverlight

Poems

- All Good Turning Wind
- Time Is Waiting In The Water
- Poets Colorful Goodnight Children
- Add To Me Along The Road
- Through The Town Of Mirrors: A Search For A Cowboys Last Rights
- Our Promenade Into The Garden
- Raven Medicine
- The Sound Of Our Perfect Color
- Random Whole
- Volume At The Rodeo
- Automatic Flowers
- A Seed From Rhythmless Me

The Sound Of Our Perfect Color
by Raven Mcgraw

Alongside a palette in my mind
Pictures are traveling faster than I can write them into reality
Worthy traces of brilliant film are offered and vanish
While Sinister threads of darker paints reach for feeling
Weaving together hoping to find relief on a canvas

When two colors find perfect meaning
We will find each other
In our own coterie of laughter with many around
trying to look over our shoulders
to see our supposed feigned looks of camaraderie
watching us and filled with envy
for being in a crowd of members all wearing the same jacket
printed with a label that says loners only
We all agree with the theme
Sorrow is hearing alone
And we have a deaf ear to the word but we still listen
because comfort from the sound of a perfect shade can improve your hearing

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