The Poetry of Pink
Mary, two years old
I don’t consider myself very girly. I fancy comfort over style, don’t wear make-up, and for much of my life avoided the color pink. When I was a little girl, I LOVED the color. That soft, carnation pink reminiscent of pebbles and cherry blossoms. Last year I let both the little girl and the color back into my life.
Pink won’t make me a spoiled princess. It can be fun and flirty. It’s not about wearing the color, but embracing the essence.
I love to rock out the vocals in the Rock Band video game series, so honored that expression by naming my in-game band Pink Ink.
Pink ink is also a reference to my writing. I often type up rough drafts in pink text. On a mental level, it keeps me in a more playful, creative mood. On a physical level, it’s harder to read the text so I can focus more on new words than the quality of what’s already written.
Once I decided that being associated with pink wouldn’t label me or put me in a box, it freed me to use it as inspiration, a tool of my own expression. I have an entire page in my bliss book dedicated to pink. A reminder to own pink, what the color means to me, and some fun pink stickers like a pig and a butterfly. Here’s a poem I wrote as I delved into the heart (and letters) of pink.
A palace for my soul–
where I am pampered,
feel pretty;
a safe place to play,
my power and passion
come through.
Ink flows from inspiration,
introspection brings illumination,
revealing my true identity,
leaving me nude–
a natural nymph,
wild and new
as I live in the Now.
Knowledge gained
is the key to self,
to the fragile case
protecting my keepsakes.
Unlock the door.
Kiss fate
create Karma.
Do you have a color that inspires you? Or a color that you avoid?
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