Like an echo

off a canyon wall

feelings long forgotten came

bouncing back.

Vivid colors

my emotions become

burnt-ish orange of

dreams forgotten,

shades of blue

childhood friends Parted

among the whites of

clouds within my mind.

Red reminding me of blood

sisters we became. Forgotten

now.

Yet tomorrow’s bursts of

bright yellow and deepish

Purple lightening bolts

dance behind my eyes

Closed.

An open mind

flamingo flames

light the ideas

brought forth with a vengence,

the clash of which is

deafening the quiet.

But for today

I remain

slumbering within

Grandma’s attic chest

another forgotten

Superball.

Copyright Jan 07 2010