General Poetry posted May 8, 2008 |
Life can be like this and hopefull ends like this.
365 Days and Shades of Grays
by Mike K2
I walk out and sweat my color to a pallor that's pale. Locked in a world of gray as my daily jail. My statue turns meek, the skin ghastly and ashen. Variegated grades of gray, thrown as slashes from the paintbrush, is like a scourge producing lashes. A grating from a fingernail on a tooth brush coated with paint producing a splattering. Just another gray, a person spitting in your face, enjoying the battering. Children playing and running around though the veiled mist. Remind you of your age and the childhood now long missed. Attractive women are like an infra-red image, grainy and veined. Turn away as if there is no more room for you to remain. Walking through this world of long dark thorns. I bleed out coal tar as if I was the one ridiculed as a king and scorned. I lay my head on the tear stained pillow on my bed. A funny thing happens to me instead. I get the sense of being washed and massaged restoring me back to my tan-ish luster, my skin. Just a little song of yours fills me with life again. No matter how you think about yourself, your skin is like a butterflies wing. That glancing flutter tickles me to once again sing. I hear the notes of your dance, just like a butterflies flight. Whether a flipily-flipily, fluttering hipity hop or a swoop to the next flower stop. Robed in the colors of this floating rainbow, no matter what grays the winds blow; just the slightest thought of you, not only colors my life, but also makes them glow. |
We all walk through life's colorless gardens, but it takes so little to brighten up a day. Just a little fanciful encouragement so that you can see things my way. As a nature photographer, no doubt I observer nature, I also have an eye for the other people that watch it too. Whether it was the fifty year old woman who mistook me for Bigfoot or the children with their curiosity, watching butterflies. It seems that this poor little beast, goes through out its life from flower to flower unaware that a child is doing the same thing. To me, life and love should too.
I wrote this poems for anyone that sees the humor in this piece, got a kick out of it, need something like this or was touched by its lesson. Many thanks from me to many people how keep me colorful.
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and 2 member cents. I wrote this poems for anyone that sees the humor in this piece, got a kick out of it, need something like this or was touched by its lesson. Many thanks from me to many people how keep me colorful.
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