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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

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Date: 4/27/2017 7:32:00 PM
I never understood Carl Sandburg and couldn't get excited over it, but your poetry is exciting. I'm only browsing this site today because I entered a poem. I have a hunch there exists a trove of brilliant poems. What to do with them, why bother to find them? I'll only be able to scratch the surface anyway.
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Chris Green
Date: 4/28/2017 8:29:00 AM
Thanks Hannah. I appreciate you saying so. I hope you do stick around and post some more poetry.
Date: 4/27/2017 1:48:00 PM
I am young, aren't I??? Aren't I??? We aren't all like that, without vision, without knowledge, or will to change the world :) So yeah, hope! That aside.... the poem is absolutely wonderful in its desperation and desolate sadness,
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Darren White
Date: 4/27/2017 2:27:00 PM
I am sorry that I read that completely wrong! That doesn't happen often.....
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Chris Green
Date: 4/27/2017 2:17:00 PM
Actually I was trying to express that the youth are our hope for the future. I guess I wasn't real clear about that. Oh and those kids on the hill reading comic books...that was me when I was that age. :) Thanks so much my friend.
Date: 4/27/2017 12:45:00 PM
There is hope in youth and we need to instill the proper values in them...instead of going to McDonalds Playland pack a lunch and take a nature walk with them.
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Chris Green
Date: 4/27/2017 2:24:00 PM
You are right Tim. Teach them what is important and what they stand a chance of losing if we don't change our ways.
Date: 4/27/2017 12:08:00 PM
" Eternity is shortened at wholesale prices"..and water is for sale only to the highest bidder..Great write Chris
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Chris Green
Date: 4/27/2017 2:20:00 PM
Yep, kind of like that Joseph. Thanks for stopping by to read.
Date: 4/27/2017 12:08:00 PM
- The day we lose hope ... I believe life gets dark - the day we can not evoke memories ... I think I will cry - A great poetic poem ... a lot to take in at once - But as you say; "One colored page at a time" :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Chris Green
Date: 4/27/2017 2:20:00 PM
Thank you Anne Lise. I am with you on that, the world seems headed for a dark place. (Hope)fully there will be those who notice and take steps in a different direction.
Date: 4/27/2017 12:00:00 PM
So deep and sadly full of truth. The last verse captured me so much that I read it at least 4 times. One can always hope... I hope. :-)
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Chris Green
Date: 4/27/2017 2:19:00 PM
Thanks so much Lenna. It makes me happy that my poem touched you today and you enjoyed it so much. Just trying to show a different side of my writing and express a few thoughts about our future. I appreciate you my friend.
Date: 4/27/2017 10:39:00 AM
I hope still hope to have back those yesterdays...when concrete walls didnt replace the fields...And the buzzing sounds of cars didnt replace the butterflies and bees...When our childhood was magic and life was but a dream...Sadly yes...with the modern era..all is disappearing....and the world isnt the beauty that it seems...I hope..Like you I hope...for a future like our past for our kids....but I am just a dreamer..who keeps counting on make-believe..Loved the message in yr poem Chris.
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Chris Green
Date: 4/27/2017 11:22:00 AM
Thanks so much my sweet friend. Hope is often all we have but counting on make-believe is certainly a fun thing to do. :)

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