Color My World

	Color My World
	In this workshop, you want to be descriptive. Use your senses...all of them. - The first line of the poem could be a color (or not). - The next couple lines are names of things that are that color. - The next couple lines are names of things that sound like that color. - The next couple lines are names of things that taste like that color. - The next couple lines are names of things that feel like that color. - The last few lines answer the question - What can that color do? Here are some examples:
	PINK A flower you can smell, the sun rising, your face when you blush, a lollipop, flamingos, and your rosy lips. Pink smells like roses, the summer wind, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, and sweetened tea. It sounds like a soft summer rain beating against the window, the wind blowing in my face, cars speeding by and splashing fresh water in my face, like my Uncle Dan playing the piano for the church, my Aunt Vickie singing in the next room. It sounds like my friend's Mom cutting paper, because she is really crafty, also my Aunt Karen and Uncle Don praying to the lord. It would taste like marshmallows, butterscotch topping, and hot chocolate. If it could do anything in the world. It would cover the world in happiness. By Shannen
	Silver… the screech of metal against metal, the start of a race car engine, the jingle of coins in my grandfather's pocket, the sizzle of a shooting star. It’s the taste of sour power, battery juice, rust on an old quarter, my Grandmother's cheeseburger pie. Silver is soft and mushy, a worm after a storm, smooth like ice after the Zamboni. Silver can play the piano, color the sky after a thunderstorm. Silver can paint pictures of dreadful days and dance on its tippy-toes under the moon. Silver can't be blue… Greater Hartford Academy of Performing Arts 8th grade program - Early morning, Tuesday
	Green Green is the grass on the ground. Green grass can be seen all around. Green are the leaves. Green is the color of peas. Green is the color of frogs. You see them when you go for jogs. Green is St. Patrick's Day. After March 17th, the clovers droop away. Green is here, green is there, green is EVERYWHERE! by Divya Lexington, MA
	Grey The color I choose Would have to be grey The color of clouds On an early spring day. Like elephants, duct-tape, Mercury and steel, It shows no emotions Nor does it feel. Grey's often used In mechanical things; Gears grinding, locks locking And airplanes with wings. The sound of muffled talking Way off to the right, The sounds in the dark, The Grey Moon in the night. The taste of grey You'd rather not For if you did you'd find, No taste of any kind. For grey is neither Rough nor smooth No texture one could name So if you slipped or pricked yourself, There'd be no one to blame. This Grey is one mysterious guy, The sides he will not choose. He does not lean toward black or white, So he can never lose. He sits atop this color fence Not choosing hot or cold. If there's too much, you'll get depressed At least that's what I'm told. For this man Grey, he never gets in trouble of any sort Because he has no guidelines in life The laws he'll twist and contort. So, is Grey bad or is Grey good? Perhaps we'll never know. A lonely man, misunderstood. He's neither friend nor foe. Kenneth Profile High School -- Grade 12 Bethlehem, NH
	Red... blood roses tongues licking raspberry lollipops sirens loud love drips silence tangy, nasty, hot you hold a beating heart feels invigorating keeps you alive keeps you covered hurts you slaps you STOP seduces possesses makes you fall in love. Red S.A.N.D. after-school writing class, Hartford, CT
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