Tone Poem


If I should dry think only this of me,
paint I ain’t, my colour will not die.
I take this hue through everything I do,
colour me true, colour me blue.
I know the tones deep in my bones,
you only see fixed pigment me.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: