The Colours Of Peace... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Earth tones quell the senses, feed the Death of Chaos;
Such deliverance of serenity gives us precious hope
that wisdom come on the wings of a Holy Dove, and fill us-
with Heart and Brains, or am I just quixotic?

Energy is fueled from spark, fervent, rich and hot,
Like colours bouncing off the iris of the human eye,
vivid abstract threading natures armageddon...No!
Mother Nature's wild side ne're born from green-peace.

Verve, Passion stirred by vibrant strikes of inner-fire.
Crimson, amber, scarlet, magenta all come to mind -
did someone whisper claret?
Natures' hourglass of time...Autumn's prism.

Colour draped we be as people, just like Nature, yet-
we paint each other on canvasses, stained by bias.
So culturally surreal, that Nature must abhor this ignorance,
in light of how we stoke the flames for ''Dark-One.

If only we could live, love and die like ''the seasons,
perhaps we all could reap our seeds like Spring and Autumn,
many colours, all one garden, side by side...in peace,
a brilliant wheel of spectrum that turns the perfect rainbow.


_______________ ~ F j R ~ ________________



FjR-MMXV