If you asked me my favourite colour some days I'd tell you blue and I'd take you to Beaumaris Beach. Include the sky, I'd tell you. Include that wave on the cusp of breaking and the furthest ripple that you can see. Note the dark patch beneath that seagull's wing and before you go home stick this shell, this mother-of-pearl, into your scrapbook and take a snapshot of this cloud before a storm. Then, look in the mirror for the marbled beauty of an eye. This is what I love of blue.
(Another old poem I found – probably from when I was living in Melbourne)
Out of the Cave 
beautiful writing; this would be an excellent model for choosing a colour and writing a poem about it if you were running a workshop 🙂
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Nice thought!
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Beautiful images
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Thank you!
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My favorite color is blue
Until i gaze into my wife’s eyes then all i see
Is the depths of her soul
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