Poetry

[haqiqu]

A favorite:

My Many Colored Days By Dr. Seuss

Some days are yellow.
Some days are blue.
On different days I’m different, too.
You’d be surprised how many ways
I change on Different Colored Days.
On Bright Red Days how good it feels to be a horse
and kick my heels!
On other days I’m other things.
On Bright Blue Days I flap my wings.
Some days, of course, feel sort of Brown.
Then I feel slow and low, low down.
Then comes a Yellow Day. [wheeeeeee]
And, I am a busy, buzzing bee.
Gray Day…Everything is gray.
I Watch. But nothing moves today.
Then all of a sudden I’m a circus seal!
On Orange Days that’s how I feel.
Green Days. Deep deep in the sea.
Cool and quiet fish. That’s me.
On Purple Days I’m sad...... I groan....... I drag my tail.....
I walk alone.
But when my days are Happy Pink
It’s great to jump and just not think.
Then come my Black Days. Mad. And Loud.
I howl. I growl at every cloud.
Then comes a Mixed-Up Day. And Wham!
I don’t know who or what I am!
But it all turns out all right you see.
And I go back to being…me.

Love this one, 3D. Wonderful perspective to think of days and feelings as colors.