C O L O U R S Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

C O L O U R S



Earth tones quell the senses, feed the Death of Chaos;
Such deliverance of serenity gives us precious hope
that oxygen always fill our toxic lungs -
somewhere, yes, or am i just quixotic?

Energy is fueled from spark, fervent, rich and hot -
Like colours bouncing off the iris of the human eye,
vivid abstract threading natures armageddon...No!
Mother Nature's wild side ne're born from green-peace.

Verve, Passion stirred by vibrant strikes of inner-fire.
Crimson, amber, scarlet, come to mind -
did I mention magenta?
Natures' hourglass of time...Autumn's prism.

Draped in colours we be as people, just like Nature -
[but then]
We paint each other on empty canvass, stained by sin.
[so culturally surreal]
If only we could live, love and die like the seasons,
perhaps we all could reap our seeds like Autumn -
In colours, many!

_______________ ~ F j R ~ ________________

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