This is a poem from my book, The Curious Case of the Blossoming Clouds. This poem, like most that I write are abstract in nature with clear messages.
The Depths of the Color Blue
While the young and old
May be different in many ways,
With the young being bold
And the old becoming gray,
Each has ways they benefit,
And ways they falter.
Both are like bodies of water;
The young being a rapid,
Fast and destructive, but becomes confused and falters
When faced by a lake that is placid.
The rapid is shallow,
With little history beneath,
While the lake is mellow
With plenty of history in its depths.
The history beneath the deep blue
Offers wisdom to the world,
Willing to offer the rapids a clue
To life and to help mold
That rapid into a future lake.
The lake has gone through life
In various phases, willing to make
Changes to themselves because of the strife
They have suffered. Yet they mustered,
And managed to live through hardships
Presented by life, sometimes flustered,
But never losing their grips.
The rapids have much to learn,
Their decisions are fast, without thought,
Unafraid of the consequential burn
That accompanies their lust.
Their lust for becoming more
Often sends them to a dead end;
The rapid can no longer grow
And becomes dead.
If the rapid follows nature’s course,
That rapid will transform into more,
A placid being with force.
Time is the ultimate foe,
It sends the waves of transformation
Into the lakes and rapids,
As they are powerful creations
That eventually succumb to the acids
That time has made.
The ocean is where all of history lies.