Life’s Hues

 Sliver of rainbow experiences slip through the cracks of memories hoard,

where all lives in the shadows of subconscious content, continues to be stored

until woven into a tapestry of a moment kissed, then into the conscious mind

where the essence, the colours, nationalities, come to light, whom to me where so kind.

 

Upon crystalized tear drops, beautiful colours, reflected hues refracted.

Fragmented elements of a checkered life so protracted,

leaves one to wonder why ???, and for what reasons ???,

has this life’s force been able to defeat the Grim Reaper, at his game, a dozen times.

This life’s force having seen so much of life’s changing Seasons,

and been guided by an unseen force, into writing so many rhymes,

of which some have been relatively good, but oh so sad

and many others, unquestionably, oh so bad !

This begs the question, why ?, has this life been put on the line

so many, many times and come out unscathed and doing just fine.

B. J. “A ” 2

August 30th 2013

Reminiscence

The passionate winds of days gone by,

metamorphosed into soft breezes, and we sigh.

With each passing day, a little we die,

looking to the heavens, filling our inner eye

with a diamond tear drop, and we cry.

Reminiscing of all we did try

as we took wing and did fly

- for a brief moment in time –

with all that made life sublime.

Endings, such a crime !

 B. J. “A” 2

August 20^th 2013