Life’s mélange of motifs fades
as time’s wheel turns on the last lap.
Tangled hues of memory spectrum converge
while the spider crawls on the senile face.
I haven’t closed my eyes on the magic mirror.
Kaleidoscopic snapshots.
Show of polychromatic pictures;
entranced reflection flickers in the glint of eyes.
As cobweb contours the sanguine face
corridors to the past converge in nothingness.
Yonder haze shrouds the last mile trail;
twilight tinges life’s frail lattice.
synapses continued their neuronal junction
long after the seed’s path had been planted
the miracle proceeded in mind and mindfulness
as the journey became her labour of love
prismatic eyes shone once again in a mirror
polychromatic and full of compassion and trust
She had gorgeous polychromatic hair
Slapped her clothes together without much care
Checkered, speckled, polka dotted too
She was all about comfort, my girl Sue
Children will hear children will be told
Of the stories of once, in colors so bold
Only black and white are left in this world
The rest all have turned to mould
Grey is the sky, grey is the ground
The sparks up above are turning black
as they fly around
Tears rolling down faces in monochromatic eye's
Everything is colourless or have we
Just become color blind?
Yet in my hands, I hold this little
Polychromatic portfolio, seeing
all of those colors left so long ago
Wherever you are and wherever you grow
Please reappear into this black and white hold
Where have all the colors gone to?
Please tell me if you know or have they
vanished down below
Get them quick, get them bold
If you want your black and white stories
Bleed color as you grow old!
Everyone sees color differently
some color-blind
yet they know the texture and
warmth of shades, bland
grays more a product of heart
and not one’s eyes –
not all black and white, coldly set,
appealing only a stark contrast
some light embracing its
fine-line shadows
as midnights with stars and
moon in warmth of touch –
meet me in the polychromatic
moment, where all spectrum
shards of color im-prismed
are released, forever to unveil a
harmony unbreached….
I’m singing in colors of champagne sapphire
curating mauve rhymes from orchid twilight,
as bleached butterflies bloom and soar higher,
candles of love rekindle through moonlight.
Polychromatic phosphenes burn so bright.
Twin flames of technicolor fiesta,
paint dusky horizons from stellar heights
when blood rose within lies in siesta.
Aureolin strokes of firm faith transpire,
thawing blue icicles on frosty thorns
Tossing pastel petals dipped in despair.
Yet, stars above the raven valley mourn,
sprinkling pixie dust upon mellow horns,
Hoping someday there'll be no unseen tears
Pushing soulmates to the pyre in forlorn.
We rewrite neon swan-songs with no fears
Perhaps, black is the synonym of love,
woven to the silver wings of midnight.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting,
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star
Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat
See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece
Bloom in early morn,
polychrome bells twist on vine.
Bright sun brings your show.
My life wrapped up in so few words
A paradox of convoluted simplicity
There’s basically what came before~
then what came after you
With you intrinsically at the core
at the heart of my life
All in all it’s been one long
winding scenic roadtrip
With polychromatic memories
and treasures amassed
All culminating now into
this one bubbling cauldron
I am pressed by a sense of urgency
to make up for lost time
Once the soul of an artist
trapped in a butterfly without wings
I now feel whole and compelled
to creativity and leave my legacy
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on September 27, 2019 for contest STORY OF MY LIFE IN TEN LINES sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
'Tis so, I adore a polychromatic Muse.
She's a plethora of jolly dramatic hues.
Not to bore yuh surely with rant sophomoric,
But her aura is purely phantasmagoric.
I hear people ask, “Am I her signif other?"
But fear she might see me as only a brother.
It is quite fantabulous and those sorts of things;
So we, the two of us, will be looking at rings.
Let's
Writhe pleasingly just below the pole, red, hot reggae style
Absorb the arousal created by bright melon orange sunsets, spreading deep rays still warm on the skin
~ComLetUs~
Admire the setting of the scorching core of light, center of the Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe as it dissipates in the blink of an eye, below the white frigid depths of the Ocean’s deep, cool, blue hue
Dance; gracefully toss back and forth, to and fro in the polychromatic afterglow
Sunshine Williams
Bang! The Creator
Fourteen billion years ago, sky t’was vacant, stark and wanting
Bang! Floods in red, orange, yellow, yellow-white and the bluest of blue
The softer She pushed just extended the incandescent spawning
Polychromatic optics filled the void, which now gleans with stars of unparalleled hue
Rhyming Quatrain
Fantasy for Mystic Rose
6/23/2015
Tonight we’ll share the heavens;
Souls knitted into one,
Fly together we, the ochre moontrails,
on gossamer wings.
The decanter overflows with nectar;
its sweetness permeates the ethereal void,
like ephemerous orbs when touched
by the hands of a child.
The secret Garden’s lit by Eos’ mirth;
polychromatic hues emanate from glassine showers;
Gait filling the place, radiating in splendor,
Warming every psyche in its solace.
Silence may, yet rule the void;
Plenary peace acquiesced e’en for a nanosecond.
Then from some aperture, a tiny tingle crescendos,
as the angelic host thunder their majestic heralds.
Come with me now my beloved;
Dry I your tears with lotus petals,
Come with me now, reach out your hand
and together we’ll share a millennium in a succinct moment
in this paradise called DREAMS.
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