One Colored Page At a Time
One colored page at a time
I touched the field of amber pleadings
with eyes only sure enough to find that hidden light
Long lost in the sea of forgotten grasses,
brown from the sun, parched by a drought,
exhaling diversions as I stand facing time,
expecting faces to appear but hands caught the sorrow,
passing it down to an earth that is baked and sore,
thirsting for more, a longer plain in this universe
Weeping cocoons snug in the brambles
oblivious to what the outside wears,
blend in with the endings slowly creeping
awaiting metamorphosis
as a tree falls, no noise, no energy for that
Rooted in dismay, clogged by last season’s air,
pausing only to capture one final view
of the smoke stacks, brick faced commandos,
circular spewing pillars
where beneath wealth is created
but eternity is shortened at wholesale prices
Grey skies, a constant color palette
pressing doom and gloom
into the landscape, fitted like wedges,
force fed in spoonfuls of ignorance
Gathering place settings at my feet,
stirring up dust, blurring the wishers
wondering where the water went,
as not even mud stands a fighting chance
When on a hill I see them, the youth,
our future, backpacks and bubblegum
Marching to the beat of a new drummer,
right, left, right left, neither
somewhere in the middle
Reading comic books about heroes,
caped crusaders who will save the planet
(that must be what the S stands for)
one colored page at a time
Holding balloons, once sagging,
now inflated and reaching for a sun
that still faintly shines through the curtains
hung by those in denial, nice tapestries
they shred in defiance and desperation,
challenging destinies and fate,
as if fact is nothing more than fiction,
and fiction is something to be changed
And I sit in the dirt, leaving my impression
for that is all I have left, no questions that
have not been asked, no solutions
that remain passed over, just a wild hair
out of place in this take all world
as highways trickle across farm lands
and corn fields are as barren as my stare
But there is hope…there is always hope
I hope
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment