3 colors.

 

 

  When we danced in the rain

         in Berkeley,

    My soul twitched at a 6.0!

         Needless to say,

   I reaped havok

          across

            Big Sur

     Due to your

            grace 

               and 

                 flawless ballroom

                     dancing...

 

 

  Are we not bound by the

   cataclysms of the sky?

       Ever so often the meek will run and scamper

      through the churning forests...

  Only to bleed and seal unpending doom

            like the rest of us

                amatuer astronometers...

 

 

 I dread the thought of the

      cream of my life

        has expired.

 Perhaps we may be content

      with cottage chesse!

 

 

Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

It is unnerving to sometimes consider that we have no control...that we may at any moment become subjects in production directed by God. And I really like the clever metaphor at the end of this gem...cottage cheese...your quite funny!

Thanks for a super write! I look forward to reading more of your work. This one is a very thought provoking piece!
Todd

[K C Scott]

I like how the lines just roll out as easily as spreading butter on bread. (horrible medifore, I know) And the ending was great!
Good job!

[Trip]

wow. that was great. Nice work. Keep it up.