The color of dissapointment
The color of disappointment
The wind blows softly, stirring the leaves in the trees
I walk along.
Green, yellow, gold.
Colors shift through my vision as I walk alone.
I want to hold onto them, I want to keep them
in this happy place. My own little treasure trove.
I come upon a lake of deepest blue.
The water scattered with the reflection of puffy white
clouds mirrored in the blue sky above.
A fiery amber jewel strikes the surface branching off
like the points of a star...It is the sun.
I watched the scene below and know when I look up,
it will be the same above.
The surface breaks with tiny ripples, ever-growing,
expanding outward. It’s glasslike sheen shattered.
What has disturbed such serenity?
Perhaps it was a fish rising from the murky depths
tired of the dark of the deep and seeking the blue of
the sky above. Or perhaps it was the touch of a
mayfly as it flies close to the surface skimming
to refresh itself.
I am taken aback by the colors of the scene.
Black, blue, gold, brown, rust....each color an
emotion I can see and feel. All represented
here in nature's canvas.
I look across the lake to see a man and woman.
They walk slowly, next to each other but not touching.
She is looking at the water; he is looking at his feet.
Her red overcoat seems discordant next to the gray
of his, yet the vibrant fire of the red she wears
seems to be at home, in this, nature’s palate.
I watch as they continue to walk, neither speaking nor looking at each other.
Only painfully existing.
On her face is not a look of happiness but one of
sadness,betrayal and hurt.
It is the pain of disappointment. Her body reveals
nothing but the slow painful gait of one wishing
to be elsewhere.
Her face is slack and in revealing no emotion,
tells us all. While there is pain and disappointment,
she has not given up. In her eyes burns a fire
to match the color of her coat.
What has happened to them I wonder, what colors
are they in?
The seasons come and go. Fall is followed by
winter and summer follows spring.
Along with the seasons the colors change.
This is how it has always been.
Yet for us it is different.
The colors of our life change by the choices
we make and the actions we take.
The white of childhood innocence.
The red of passion in an argument,
for a person or for a thing.
Green the color of nature,
or the color of money.
And black, the color of disease, pain and death.
We choose the color we want to live,
and it is for each of us to choose
the color of our own disappointment.
Eric Hodgson
6/23/2011
The wind blows softly, stirring the leaves in the trees
I walk along.
Green, yellow, gold.
Colors shift through my vision as I walk alone.
I want to hold onto them, I want to keep them
in this happy place. My own little treasure trove.
I come upon a lake of deepest blue.
The water scattered with the reflection of puffy white
clouds mirrored in the blue sky above.
A fiery amber jewel strikes the surface branching off
like the points of a star...It is the sun.
I watched the scene below and know when I look up,
it will be the same above.
The surface breaks with tiny ripples, ever-growing,
expanding outward. It’s glasslike sheen shattered.
What has disturbed such serenity?
Perhaps it was a fish rising from the murky depths
tired of the dark of the deep and seeking the blue of
the sky above. Or perhaps it was the touch of a
mayfly as it flies close to the surface skimming
to refresh itself.
I am taken aback by the colors of the scene.
Black, blue, gold, brown, rust....each color an
emotion I can see and feel. All represented
here in nature's canvas.
I look across the lake to see a man and woman.
They walk slowly, next to each other but not touching.
She is looking at the water; he is looking at his feet.
Her red overcoat seems discordant next to the gray
of his, yet the vibrant fire of the red she wears
seems to be at home, in this, nature’s palate.
I watch as they continue to walk, neither speaking nor looking at each other.
Only painfully existing.
On her face is not a look of happiness but one of
sadness,betrayal and hurt.
It is the pain of disappointment. Her body reveals
nothing but the slow painful gait of one wishing
to be elsewhere.
Her face is slack and in revealing no emotion,
tells us all. While there is pain and disappointment,
she has not given up. In her eyes burns a fire
to match the color of her coat.
What has happened to them I wonder, what colors
are they in?
The seasons come and go. Fall is followed by
winter and summer follows spring.
Along with the seasons the colors change.
This is how it has always been.
Yet for us it is different.
The colors of our life change by the choices
we make and the actions we take.
The white of childhood innocence.
The red of passion in an argument,
for a person or for a thing.
Green the color of nature,
or the color of money.
And black, the color of disease, pain and death.
We choose the color we want to live,
and it is for each of us to choose
the color of our own disappointment.
Eric Hodgson
6/23/2011
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