Re: Roberts poems (part 1)
RED, ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN,
BLUE
Oh why so very sad and blue
Lost, forlorn and anxious too
When joy has gone and life is rough
Hope alone is not enough
Don’t ask for signs or dreams or visions
They can’t be seen and won’t be given.
In your present place, trailing along
Something’s missing, something’s wrong
INDIGO
A mood forlorn
Has something gone
I stand amazed
Landscape razed
VIOLET
Violet, my mother’s middle name
Add the letter “n” and she became
Violent every now and then
Let fly, calm down, then rage again
She really was a caring mother
I can’t compare, I had no other
She tried to do the best she could
In quiet moments I understood