We poets write, with an array of colorful words inside our pallet of thoughts.
Ink radiates BLUE moves across page when sad. RED indicates emotions like fear that need place to be exposed. YELLOW aligns with rays like sun to warm heart. And GREEN sings like birds passing verses of song along.
We find BLACK, inside pallet to scribe words when feeling alone or crestfallen. BROWN like earth to ground planting seeds of insight. PINK as playful words that awakens child in mind. And ORANGE to fill pallet with an eyes meal for nourishment.
GOLD to offer riches of words that float on page. SILVER adorning moment with waves of jargon that shine. And PURPLE to launch dreams, as if pen becomes rocket-ship.
Yes, we writers are artists who scribe with colorful passion and purpose.
Purpose to use pen as brush leaving reader a snippet of our lives inside a masterpiece.
As a kid, I felt lost Unsure of the whys of my life Unsure of my journey I was a salmon swimming against the currents Trying to fight life with the strength I was given This was my flow until I reached stillness and happiness I was now a young adult floating in peace Far from where I started I felt accomplished
The quiet lake became an ocean before I could even glance at the wonder Unfamiliar and vast I found myself lost once again Breaking through the waves of life Unsure of the whys But believing in the journey
Until one day, the deep urge to go home To that stream where the currents were strong and familiar For the first time in my life I stopped swimming, I had to go back to the mud where my roots remained untouched
Now here I am In nature’s water I understand that home is not a place Home is the current that leads me I now swim with the tide not against it. I stopped asking why And started looking up Where I can enjoy the sky Basking in the beauty of this moment I am trusting my path Exploring moments without destinations