‘PINK CRAYON LINK’
A circle of pink—frightened at six, the commencement of the school system link
Classroom allocations and trepidation cleverly disguised by colour location
Dolls rosy cheeks and freedom to play, all disappear—dissipate remote foldaway
A shrill school bell resonates-- response to line up education to read and spell
Our seating arrangements deftly planned to new desks all spick and span
Blank pages are handed out-- character analyses to write our names without any doubt
Carefully colours selected, each new crayon box, I elect pink from my little stock
The boy seated next to my chair decided he wanted my box to share
Having his own full box waxed colours to explore—I watched as he dropped my green as it broke on the floor
My young expectations -that first day of school started to shrink
My happy disposition—my designated colour—my opinions no longer tickled pink
Looking out the window where cherry blossoms crisscrossed
I thought of my dolls and rose quartz feathery candyfloss
My playful happiness and spontaneity-- a protected rosebud
I fell off my pink cloud with an abrupt thud
Categories:
foldaway, childhood, school, education, school,
Form: Rhyme
Though the streets have changed and
the houses not quite the same...I can
still feel the grey of chasing the sun on
a rainy day...and tasting teardrops that
have no way...
The skyline has moved and what was in
front of me then, wavers in my mind
with little room to bend..Its like chasing
the sun on a rainy day..and hearing words
with little to say...
Some faces are gone, some just wear life
like a hat. The voices still strong and not
an eye to bat...Still its like chasing
the sun on a rainy day.. and holding kisses that
want so much to stay..
My eyes see a painting that's still not done,
some colors washed in and a few on the run..
That's why I'm always chasing the sun on
a rainy day... and keeping foldaway dreams that
can never run or stray...
Categories:
foldaway, introspectionsun,
Form: Lyric