Disarray

To Dis a Ray Tim felt prismatic and took off his polychrome Ray Bans He had to revisit his novella and needed undistorted vision To sort out gems from false gold and writer’s confusion Had he really been so blinded with bands full of colour Why were so few synonyms for variegations of rainbows Was he too cheerful or flippant as an unredeemable scribe The paper oozed with pots of gold and layers of colour Chakras went up and down spines of meditation and joy Jesters wore crowns and purple attire to rise from below Clouds were made for the twilight of tranquil surrender As he had to write all Peace in pastels on the fabric of hope Was he really a utopian fantasist who shines through my pages Repetitive maybe but the mist mixed with sunshine above Droplets of kindness painted a picture of perfection’s illusion He had to tweak it because even climbing roses had thorns So many words in the canon and chorus of dreams and delight Revising a story amounts will not hinder narration and license Maybe he will just dis one ray from his tale and see how it goes 17th November 2019