I found a piece of driftwood, soaked upon the sand,

Drifted to my native shore from a distant land.

I took that piece of driftwood and burned it in the fire:

Blue for sorrow, green for strife, and gold for my desire.

I came upon a boulder, perched upon a hill,

Balanced there without a care, for me to work my will.

I pushed that boulder down the slope, a tumbling roaring storm:

Grey for madness, white for fear, and orange for loveless scorn.

I saw a piece of coral, as crimson as could be,

Scarlet-bright beneath the night, under the darkling sea.

I held that piece of coral and threw it on the shore:

Black for death, and red for blood, the apple’s fallen core.


One thought on “Life-Painter

  1. cdspratt says:

    Remember, you can share the goodness! Feel free to post my stuff elsewhere with the “share” buttons, or link to it on your own blog! Or, if you want regular installments of various and sundry scribblings, follow me.

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