My Friend, Colored In

For Audrey and Dudesy-Paloodzy-Tom Squoodsy (the cat)

I drew a picture of you yesterday.

You were sitting on your cement porch

gazing at the sky colored a blue-grey

with highlights of pink-orange,

as if it had been streaked with an artist's hand,

his tool, a plucked Indian Paintbrush.

I shaded in your hair, then your skin golden-tan,

your cheeks rosy with blush.

 

The evening sky holds your hopes of life elsewhere,

apprehension has gradually disappeared.

Each stumble of a loved one beyond repair

has kicked away all previous fear

of uncertainty, the unknown, the strange.

Your mind no longer clouded with what-ifs.

You're sick of so-called friends who'll never change.

Nothing could be worse than this.

 

Your eyes say it all, colored with green lead.

I shaded your body with ease and patience,

then began working on your sweater with red

but quickly realized that that color didn't make sense.

Red didn't suit you; you'd never worn it before,

so I erased and this time blended orange with yellow.

A color of the eighties, I knew you'd like this more,

but so you wouldn't stand out, I kept it mellow.

 

Your hand lingers over a stainless steel bowl of food;

beside you awaits the outside cat.

The snake-like pupils convey her uptmost gratitude.

For her always-gleaming coat, I only use black.

But your thoughts are far from that cold concrete;

your eyes point towards the sky.

Above the privacy fence, even the old pecan tree,

in the clouds, you see a new life.

Author's Note

She has since broken free from our little hometown and moved to Houston. Dudesy decided to stay with the renter.

Reviews

[Blue Sky]

A writer that paints with words
your wording is quite spectacular
with such wonderful imagery,
your words convey images
of a painter painting tones
as though bringing life back
of this one person
that have since left,
*seeing your author's notes*
hope to read more as time permits,
hope you don't mind!
Great stuff!!