Friday, October 23, 2015

Skittles

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.