“Beautiful.” I thought as I gazed towards the painting.
Its colors reached out and spoke in tones quite tender.
I taste storm upon indigo with hint of harmony green.
I, realized life’s journey, is a bicycle ride down the hill.
Asudden, I heard laughter, pouring out in form of red.
Then, closed my eyes and extended out a willing hand
while flashes of memory surround like a veil of clouds,
met love as fragile flower opening to warmth of spring.
I, open my eyes, and felt blues tugging upon my sleeve
I shuddered as they hovered above with shades of grey
I realize once heart’s been broken it grows back bigger,
and continued to stare in astonishment at the painting.
I hop and dance alongside, magenta, orange and green
embrace sunshine, health, encouragement and success.
I stepped outside cradling the painting with both arms,
pleased with purchase that lend me wisdom and grace.
“Your friendship is the picture to my frame.”
Photo credits: Mi Young Lee
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads