Mind Colors
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Try as we might to hold firm, change is unstoppable. (Image by pinterest)
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Mind Colors
Life's mind colors
Like the number paintings stored in attic webs
Become dust covered pleasures of memories past
When Ferris wheels rotated dreams
Calliope horses pole-galloped gently
Cotton candy played catch-me-if-you-can
How easy awareness painted the future
Laid down the colors most apparent
Reds of sunset passions
Blues of ebb and tide
Yellows of cornfield mazes
Green making all the landings plush as summer lawn
Primary hues
Like even-numbered shapes
Fall short the color containment
Boundaries bleed
Chance pushes risk
Mustards find full-up dance cards
Purples hemorrhage bruises once flawless cover
Gray becomes reality's true color
No blacks
No whites
Simple brush strokes
Evolve to palette knife strata
Thickness of time layers over
Numbered boundaries
Melt away
Framed borders cease to be
How wonderful
This wanderlust
Wisdom's gift-wrapped beginning
Ever grateful the loft-stored memories
Thankful the web's defending watch
Such protects time-made colors
Now with no names
No identity
Initiation's flirtatious way
Patiently mixing
Aroused shades
Tints
Dyes to be cast into
Tomorrow's Canvases Unknown
This wanderlust"
Yes indeed, I sure thought it was quite wonderful back in my days. 'Course there were days and nights when I had to second-guess myself. Still . . . It was an exprience I have never fogotten.