This is your life

Let it overflow

this is your life
made in this moment,
what does it look like?
what textures dapple the
landscape? how much
light fills the room?
there’s no wrong-right
answer. it’s yours --
you get to 
mix the pigments, 
wet the brushes
name the shades,
fill the page with 
shape and movement--
let it overflow.
what happens if you
touch the blues with
a dab of watery
silver? or transform the
daffodil to tulip with
a few bloody swipes?
this is your life--
time slides through
in changing colors--
what’s christening your
boundaries? does it
matter if you 
spill variegated
songs out onto the
winds? won’t the 
winter bird just
listen and go on about
her holly hunting?
this is your life--
hope springs eternal
from the clay,
if you dig it,
if you work it,
if you wet it again,
pinch, slip, trim it,
throw it to the heat, 
to the fire
and then,
decorate it 
again. 

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Poem 22 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”

Today’s word prompt was “changing colors,” from Devon, a young artist/musician who is amazing. They are continually creating beautiful illustrations and fabric art, and they perform in a punk band.