Skobeloff (Copy for Challenge)
Red is
the quick press of lips on your burning cheek
the taste of a dissolving peppermint
the pervasive, wafting smell of a rose
the passionate words of a man to his bride
this savoring of special pleasures
Orange is
the rough rubber of a ball
the sweetness of citrus fruit flowing over your tongue
the salty, pungent scent of sweat running down your face
the crackling of searing flames
this energy flowing through our veins
Yellow is
the weight of gold in your pocket
the taste of an ice-cold lemonade on a summer's day
the smell of sunflowers, swaying in the breeze
the merry tinkling of bells fastened to a sleigh
this lighthearted playfulness in our spirits
Green is
the ridged lines of a husk of corn
the slimy taste of avocado
the grassy smell of a just mown lawn
the croaking of frogs in the night
this quiet joy in simply living
Blue is
the stillness of a frozen lake
the cool water running down a parched throat
the salt air of the ocean, flying across the waves
the sound of silence, of utter tranquility
this peacefulness through trials and triumphs
Purple is
the glide of velvet across your palms
the taste of champagne in a crystal glass
the smell of an ancient, dusty book
the sweet music of sincere compliments
this relishing of precious things
Pink is
the warm blush that comes over your face when you touch the one you love
the taste of cotton candy from the carnival
the smell of your mother
the popping of a bubble gum balloon
this child-like delight in little things
Brown is
your fingers tracing the grooves of a tree trunk
the piping hot slice of buttered bread for breakfast
the smell of freshly plowed dirt
the singing of birds at the dawning of the day
this satisfaction in things that never change
Grey is
the water-smoothed skipping stone you hurl into the pond
the taste of fried mushrooms, steaming on your plate
the smell of gasoline rushing through your rumbling engines
the wailing wind, ever calling at your door
this questioning of who we were, who we are, and who we are meant to be
White is
the crisp sheets pulled up to your shoulders as you drift off to sleep
the spoonfuls of freezing ice cream melting on your tongue
the sharp, vinegary smell of your freshly cleaned floor
the swish of a wedding dress against the aisle
this rare innocence and purity
Black is
the iron barrel of a pistol pressed against your heart
the taste of unspent tears catching in the back of your throat
the choking smell of your home burning
the last soft breath of the one so dear to your heart
this despair, this anguish in powerlessness, in death