Colors

TIP: Read this poem normal. Then read the last word in every line:

Dipping a spoon into a bowl of joy, colors

Are

Planted in different places

Scooping out the splendid tastes in

My bowl, the

Richest color in the world

An explosion of taste where

Every flavor is blended and brewed to create one bowl full of words

But they are

Not

Some soft, some sharp, the difference is allowed

Clear flavors

Tantalizing every drip

The sweetness from

My

Bowl of hues, slips around in my mouth

Variations all through out

Dribbling, dripping, deliciously down my chin into

The

Sticky and sweet world

The juices came from drips of

Color

Dripping

Down my chin with

The shades of darkness

All slipping, sliding, coming

Forward together

All a matter of time, the

constant Race

of

Natural colors,

Unnatural tones,

A

Delicious

Fresh Sweet

Summer feeling

A memory of

a hint of red filling me with warmth

The taste is magic

And it quickly

fills

The bowl of color

Simple when looking

Inside the basin finding

Happiness full of sorrow impressions of laughter eating color

As I scoop out the final sliver of liquid silver

Liquid light

The color dangles

From

The

Ceiling

The results are beautiful

I savor the taste I like

The taste of color

Now I am full

Of

The color

A perfect meal, and

Full of wonder

A

Whole meal