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Reds shoot out from under my skin
infuriating a melancholy world
yellow with presumption
in an otherwise blue mood
envy fills their void
as I avoid being left out of the light
an oak growing stronger eventhough
the sun has been stolen by greed
the need to spin exceeds
the force of nature and I'm
relegated to rescue not only you,
lost with an overabundance of color
in the darkness, but all that is good
and you are good, in blended times
ever fleeting as they seem to be
flashes of fire and brilliance
meant together, in you, in me
creating art out of leftovers passed by
beauty exists in all that meets the eye
infuriating a melancholy world
yellow with presumption
in an otherwise blue mood
envy fills their void
as I avoid being left out of the light
an oak growing stronger eventhough
the sun has been stolen by greed
the need to spin exceeds
the force of nature and I'm
relegated to rescue not only you,
lost with an overabundance of color
in the darkness, but all that is good
and you are good, in blended times
ever fleeting as they seem to be
flashes of fire and brilliance
meant together, in you, in me
creating art out of leftovers passed by
beauty exists in all that meets the eye
Published 13th Nov 2021
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13th Nov 2021 6:28pm
13th Nov 2021 8:42pm
14th Nov 2021 00:01am
Last Stanza is just perfect 🎯 Tim. Rest of the poem is your signature best
14th Nov 2021 00:09am
16th Nov 2021 7:11pm
Beautifully done Tim. I really love art and of course those who create it. And this is a work of art. I could see all of the colors and their moods... I feel the need to spin creating art from the leftovers... and sometimes I need to be rescued too.
16th Nov 2021 9:54pm
