Tomorrow's Life Canvases Unknown
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
Tomorrow's Canvases Unknown
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Not that I have to depend on contract writers for all my viewing reading, but they are nice distractions with never-ending drama and twists. That is, until they become stale and start repeating.
Fortunately, like your words suggest, the variety of access and program continues to blossom at a rate of speed that no one can keep up with.
In my case, I don't have to read or see another program. I can simply just keep on writing like I do for free and offer to the public free if they care to read.
Ron
As poets we also travel in time to collect dust that we turn into something beautiful so we can let it go a little more. Or we travel in time to collect diamonds and try to convey those feelings into something otherwordly beautiful so we can hold on to them forever and continue to live in gratitude for the great fortune we have.
Thank you for this piece of inspiring writing.