Sliver of rainbow experiences slip through the cracks of memories hoard,
where all lives in the shadows of subconscious content, continues to be stored
until woven into a tapestry of a moment kissed, then into the conscious mind
where the essence, the colours, nationalities, come to light, whom to me where so kind.
Upon crystalized tear drops, beautiful colours, reflected hues refracted.
Fragmented elements of a checkered life so protracted,
leaves one to wonder why ???, and for what reasons ???,
has this life’s force been able to defeat the Grim Reaper, at his game, a dozen times.
This life’s force having seen so much of life’s changing Seasons,
and been guided by an unseen force, into writing so many rhymes,
of which some have been relatively good, but oh so sad
and many others, unquestionably, oh so bad !
This begs the question, why ?, has this life been put on the line
so many, many times and come out unscathed and doing just fine.
B. J. “A ” 2
August 30th 2013