The Color of a Thought
My ideas, I confess
Are all fumbled and a mess.
But I hear of a home
A place where ideas roam.
Where confusion disappears
And color makes things clear.
And so, I enter in
My journey to begin.
Bright yellow fills one room
Where lightbulb moments bloom.
A kitchen, red like fire,
Where new recipes transpire.
Then a blue lounge with thoughts in it,
Proclaiming “Sky’s the limit.”
Last, I visit black and white
Where I find what’s wrong and right.
But still I cannot find
A room just for my mind.
Where ideas are so unsure
And not yet quite mature.
Unresolved and indecisive
Where a constant doubtful life is.
A place of never knowing
of thoughts that need more growing.
Is there a path from this hysteria?
‘Cuz now, I’m stuck in the gray area.
A Question of Time
What’s the hours in between
The sun and the moon?
And all the time before and after
The middle hour of noon?
I just can’t think of the name
That covers twenty-four hours.
Or the time that comes between
My morning and evening showers.
I’m trying hard but probably won’t
Remember until I’m gray.
But presently, I’m just so tired.
So for now, I’ll call it a day.
Mantis
They motivate with movement.
We’re anxious to pursue.
Their motions swift, their bodies quick,
Inspiring our Kung Fu.
We watch their strength abound
As they overcome their foe.
Though twice their size, they’ll win their prize
Challenging all we know.
Look close to gaze on glory
With lessons in respect…
A call to class, a look so vast
As they stand erect.
We gaze upon their beauty
A creation pure and rare.
They point to God, and we applaud
A posture made of prayer.