Cutting Colours Free.
Time moves remorselessly on and fresh starts
appear plausible if from parched discord
new opportunities in life begin being carved.
Clearer choices for cutting free expand lone
untried coaster-rides, random surprise days
adroitly harness the colourful unknown.
Distress creates apathy, unrestrained
euphoria decrees time for growing, and
new decades breed offers of chances denied.
Truncated dreams retreat, are relocated
in seared defeat, dried to a crisp, have died.
but will leave fresh resolution to aim upward.
Hopes succeed if skillful wise competance
is applied, while success is it's own reward
and discarding old colour needs no audience.
Pushing ahead, cutting new dreams again
exalts former attempts, and choice gains
life-growth if colour is seen unrestrained.
I remember my kindergarten days, when eager fingers smeared brightly colored paint. At first the colors would turn into shapes and bright surprises. But then, as impatient hands moved more frantically, the color would slowly disappear and be replaced by brown sludge. For some reason this poem reminded me of that disappointment. It is an interesting piece Fay, that inspires careful inquiry. It's about engaging fully in life, and not settling into negativity and apathy. Color is illusive and must be nurtured if it is to shine and enchant. An insightful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
very good... so good... what more can i write here?
Provision for new attempts with wisdom to choose better one may bring a colourful time once again in life in deed! But everything should go on well on the track forever; will it be possible? It depends on fortune bestowed by God only! Nice dismay and hope displayed in the verse delights to read!
Well Alison, in all her wisdom, has brilliantly explained this inspirational chromatic poem to me. You have the ability to dig so deepl into why's and wherefore's of live and you so often help me reason out situations. Thank you Fay for your brilliance.