Skittles
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Does every canvas
start white?
Potential
evident;
hopefulness
bright?
Crawling around
what's sought
by our eyes?
Brilliant sparkles
glittery ties that kept us grasping;
happily hypnotized?
Our memories
from our beginnings
gray shadows
that slipped through--
hot or cold oil
down a hollowed
vacant
steely silver
mysterious
tube.
Yet,
gradually
we encounter blue skies
and sheer darkness is dispersed.
Red Robins sang
happy chirp tunes.
A yellow ball
rolled on an endless horizon.
Then metalized
lightening
argrily
ensued.
Zigzagging in intensity.
Striking randomly
hitting
soft fragile clay;
causing excruciatingly intense pain
in it's dense piercing.
Purple, red and black
left stained cloth remnants
on the tarnished metal tray.
Will a rosy constitution
rise to lift this ugly hue?
Well,
in time words remembered
black and white
upon yellowed tint
smoothed the path
of brown broken gravel.
Paved a road to golden
spun treads
and ancient bullions
found and spent.
Purchased: wisdom
from vast heavens
long past provided;
A bouquet of exquisite florals
lovingly,
thoughtfully
generously
sent.
So now a carousel
of adventure
spins around
this thankful me.
A plan:
To absorb each gift of our Creator--
nature
and each given day...
A juicy peach.
Isn't Life Grand?
This is my motto.
A bag of colored skittles
painted artfully
upon my canvas,
hopeful
framed silvery
in its dispense
as flavorful truths
to honest-hearted.
A goal:
rainbowed multitudes
to reach.
start white?
Potential
evident;
hopefulness
bright?
Crawling around
what's sought
by our eyes?
Brilliant sparkles
glittery ties that kept us grasping;
happily hypnotized?
Our memories
from our beginnings
gray shadows
that slipped through--
hot or cold oil
down a hollowed
vacant
steely silver
mysterious
tube.
Yet,
gradually
we encounter blue skies
and sheer darkness is dispersed.
Red Robins sang
happy chirp tunes.
A yellow ball
rolled on an endless horizon.
Then metalized
lightening
argrily
ensued.
Zigzagging in intensity.
Striking randomly
hitting
soft fragile clay;
causing excruciatingly intense pain
in it's dense piercing.
Purple, red and black
left stained cloth remnants
on the tarnished metal tray.
Will a rosy constitution
rise to lift this ugly hue?
Well,
in time words remembered
black and white
upon yellowed tint
smoothed the path
of brown broken gravel.
Paved a road to golden
spun treads
and ancient bullions
found and spent.
Purchased: wisdom
from vast heavens
long past provided;
A bouquet of exquisite florals
lovingly,
thoughtfully
generously
sent.
So now a carousel
of adventure
spins around
this thankful me.
A plan:
To absorb each gift of our Creator--
nature
and each given day...
A juicy peach.
Isn't Life Grand?
This is my motto.
A bag of colored skittles
painted artfully
upon my canvas,
hopeful
framed silvery
in its dispense
as flavorful truths
to honest-hearted.
A goal:
rainbowed multitudes
to reach.
© Lucretia Mccloud, 19 minutes ago
they say one is the artist in their own life with that being said if you had a canvas in front of you what would you paint to describe your life what colors would you use? red, blue, perhaps white for hope? what style or technique would you use? perhaps you will paint what you saw in a dream? maybe it wont include colors but be in black and white? perhaps you will change the colors to your current canvas? if you had a canvas in front of you would you be proud of painting a piece of who you have become?
these are some questions to get you started,
if you had a canvas in front of you what would you paint to describe and reflect your life in colors?
-any style is permitted
- no line length requirement so write away
- no adult or profanity
- have fun
these are some questions to get you started,
if you had a canvas in front of you what would you paint to describe and reflect your life in colors?
-any style is permitted
- no line length requirement so write away
- no adult or profanity
- have fun
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