Poetry you like.

[eon aquatics]

The color palette you choose?
Be it red?
Like the setting sun bid us to bed?
Or be it blue?
Like a marble, or a wizards hat.
Or a marble with a wizards hat, what a sight that.
What if it was green?
Like the grass keen, each blade yearning to be seen?
Or perhaps like the tree tops bright, what a sight?
What if you were pink?
Would you feel like squid ink?
Or would your think "What color this be?" and kink?
If you choose black?
Would you feel lame, with many colors to blame?
Or would you feel a lack of reflection rather than self direction?
If you choose white?
You might feel bright.
Yet with colorless appeal white be all the colors reflected to see.
If you were yellow.
You might feel a variety of mellow.
You might feel a mellow variety.
You might feel shallow like emotional sobriety.
What about purple?
You might feel like a unknown word.
You might feel without rhyme.
You might write your essay on time.

 

[eon aquatics]

Magical mastermind birds.
Magical mastermind birds fly when young and stop flying when older.
They make their nests on tropical spade shaped leave trees whom the test of time seems to tease.
The nests the young make are for their fully grown parents.
And when these young magical mastermind birds become older, they by that time feel bolder and stop flying.