Whirlwind Shades of Hue.

 


   WHIRLWIND SHADES OF HUE

 

Life is a picture that wont just fit in the frame

The dark deep blue dressed in yellow and green, there must be water on my canvas

For the most of it is a sophisticated lie

Those are waves on a sea of sand

Slow or quick, they swallow you anyway

Watch out for their perfect blend

You really might assume their bad habits

Shine dimmed by what is wrong or right

So we polish it up until nothing worth keeping is left

I sat right there, on the horizon of a storm polarized and stunned, wondering what a rainbow had to do with my dinner

The green is the shore of a beach and the rest of the island is covered in fire

The birds of the trees are seeking refuge in the deep

How can you possibly teach a fish how to fly

My Mundane state slowly turns into a colorful mural

The splendid view blew my mind and all my ideas spelt on the canvas

Those are ravens with perfect shades of blue flying home

Whispering their hue into the wind

Yes, if thoughts made a sound that’s what it would sound like

In the twinkling of an eye, it all fades away and disappears

And just like a walk in the woods the echoes of stillness will stick around me

At least as a background companion

My brush is a woman who shows no hesitation in showcasing her love for hue

So I mix the blurry memory with paint and brush on.

 

            A Poem by Kanyanta Chikesengi.

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