Me… trendsetter.
Pretending to be classy,
donning a black dress and pearls.
Next day I opt for another,
etching Pollock’s messy swirls.
Me… graphic designer.
Paint in my mind,
clicks of a keypad,
choosing fuchsia or mauve.
Never purple.
Me… mom.
Teaming up on game night,
with daughter or son.
Choosing teams based on,
Common hues of skin or eyes,
Aria chooses skin.
I’m on her team this time.
Me… daughter.
Embracing my morena complexion,
same bronze-skinned brunette,
as my forebears.
Wish I was a mantis shrimp,
the wee crustacean,
perceiving color like no other.
Me… inquisitor.
Indigo, Cobalt and Azure.
Understanding their disparity,
is not enough.
Me… the light.
Above all...
May you be the prism,
that refracts the colors within me.
About the Creator
The Cave Part 6
If you have ever heard a tale about yourself that you cannot remember and doubtless think is made up, you will know how I felt when Tharkin related all that the eagle had seen of me before my memories were scattered. Of far distances and traveling companions that I did not recall, camping out under the stars and making our way to the mountains with deliberate purpose. The great bird had lost contact with my party once we entered the forests, and the seven other members were not seen again by him or his brethren since.
By Jamye Sharp3 days ago in Chapters
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