Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge using the word ‘green’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
Neither blue nor green but both at once
Her eyes shift color with the sun
Amber flecks like autumn’s dance
A hint of jade when day is done
Chameleon gaze that won’t stay still
Golden-green in morning’s glow
Soft as lichen on a hill
Warm as earth where wildflowers grow
What magic lets them change their hue?
Each glance reveals a different truth
In hazel eyes, the world breaks through
A prism holding fire and youth
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This is “Green is the Colour” by Pink Floyd
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Beautifully done, Nancy and thank you for taking part in the challenge.
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Thanks very much, Sue; my pleasure. As someone with green eyes, this was an easy choice for me.
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I was green as a child but they are getting more blue as I age!💙
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Interesting. I’m hazel but more green
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Nice poem N.! My dad’s eyes were hazel; when he wore green, they were green, and when he wore blue, they were definitely blue.
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Thanks, D! Ah, a true hazel! I’m changeable but mostly light jade.
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I was told I had hazel eyes, I said that was nuts!
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😂 Poor Hazel!
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As my bown-eyed mother used to quote: Your eyes! Are soft, and brown, and moist…like my feet!
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Glad mine are dark blue! 😄
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🤣
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My eyes are hazel. Gosh, they sound beautiful. 😂
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They are beautiful! Mine are hazel, too, but more green.
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We are adorable! 👀
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🥰
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Lichen are often described as having soft, absorbent tissues that become pliable when hydrated but brittle when dormant.
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Yes, I’ve used lichen in terrariums but it’s temperamental.
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I love this. I want those eyes!
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Nope, they’re mine and you can’t have them! ha ha ha 😉
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My Ex-‘s eyes…
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And mine.
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Coincidently, I used a Pink Floyd song on my ‘post’ tonight …
Were Her Eyes Olive or Hazel?
Following my loss
During the chaos
In the quiet intermissions
Tears would blur my visions
But clearness of sight did not even matter
Whether or not she had olive or hazel eyes
The closing curtain was already in tatters
I heard her eyes laugh; I felt them cry
And then I saw them die
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Beautiful, my dear friend. To have loved like that is more precious than diamonds. ♥️
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One of those poems my heart wrote 💕🥰
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Beautiful! Reminds me of your eyes
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You’re right, sis! Thank you.
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You’re most welcome 💚
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