He Wore A Heart of Orange Upon His Sleeve

She wore the yellow in her lace

Indoctrinated by the ever changing faces

That imbued her mother, as she grew-

Lacking all pigmentation, if not Blue

He wore the dust of heralds

Adhering its pink upon his heart,

Of which, since that fated dawn, he could only sing of her in carols

A soundtrack to love’s play, and Sisyphus became his part

She danced the reddest predilection

Enraptured by his persistent, amorous intent

Yet engrained are the evils, alive in her tapestries’ reflection

She damns affection, for the avarice of hesitance

Many stanza’s later…the spectrum’s cycle still would spin

She blankets herself in the blackest blur

Aged now, she has grown, but his pursuits have since died

And the clocks had sealed their lips, once apathy’s languor flecked eye,

If only she’d known, if not for decline, he’d still move boulders for her 

Well another Tuesday is upon us, and with it comes another week of wonderful and brilliant poetry over at D'verse.  This week we're all in for a treat, as one of my favorite poets, Tash, will be hosting Open Link Night.  Anyone who enjoys reading some great original poetry should be sure to check it out, and while you're there, perhaps you'll feel the urge to share a poem of your own.  Happy OLN!