Jim Brewer Poet Blank verse

The Collection of Color

THE COLLECTION OF COLOR

you climb the green tree
eat the dark bark
catch a ride on the
blue birds’ back
and ride him

all the way to the river.

you drop into the black
water, catch a blue
gill’s fin 
dive down
to the sun

filled bottom

where a sea horse
carousal spins
you into the bright
rainbow of colors
dark and darker

than the mud you swallow.

it is easy to enter
the castle when 
the door is made
of water and only turns
to ice when you lay

on your back and try to breathe.

count the colors as they fade.
one, two, three, four.
now find the door.
five, six, seven, eight.
now shout the words

it’s too late, too late, too late.

the ice doesn’t crack
and you can never go back
to the town by the river
where the colors flow
like birds in the air.

if you stay where you are
you’ll be where you are
and if you eat the dark bark
and spread the green
leaves you’ll see the pink 

sea and breathe the black air
and nobody will care
because you’ll 
go back down
to the carousal 

town and count the colors
of the flowers that wave
hello to the ships up above
all covered with mud.
so sit down, enchant the town

learn to breathe, don’t let them down.

Copyrighted
February 18, 2012
Jim Brewer

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Carol Sunshine Brown February 22, 2012 at 8:27 AM I am stopping by to thank you so much for your kind comments on my poetry. I enjoyed reading yours today. Have a wonderful day and please continue sharing your poetry Jim. Love, Carol