a box of twenty-four
fresh as a new beginning
one sheet of paper & two sides
call them what you will
if anything they are possibilities
on the one side I put to work
a box of 24 crayolas
creating a world all unto my own
using blue violet for the wind
and apricot for the sun
shadowing my eyelids with dandelion
all the while eating mac & cheese
at the ripe young age of five or six
I’ve never considered the other side
something without color
no yellows or blues or reds
not a simple flower showing off
multiple shades of cerulean
properly supported by a forest green stem
at some point you flip to the B-side
a sea of off-whiteness washing over
a series of black speckles
just begging to be discovered
november two thousand twenty
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This is lovely 🙂
Thank you, Melanie.
We never know when the transition happens and when we flip to the B- side to discover things we have never noticed. Such a lovely poem.
Thanks so much, Padmini. I hope you’re staying safe & healthy in this crazy world. Take good care of yourself.
I am fine and hope you are too. Thankfully, the pandemic has considerably reduced in Singapore. Wish and pray that it would get better in your country and the rest of the world.