The Legend of the Black Lotus

What role does color play in our world?

It was speculated in
the beginning that the
world was drained of
tasteless middle grounds,
that each sound and sight
bore a multitude of color.
The figures of speech we
now hold dear were empty –
the men of the forest did
not lament their gray skies,
the brain was an engine
of the brightest shades,
and the world stepped
bravely to its color march.
All was splendidly drawn
until the great brown earth
yielded a tiny, black flower,
arresting and wildly pungent.
In a ramshackle village the
inky stranger was studied
and forced into artificial
slabs of insincere soil.

All came from far and wide
to marvel at the little flower,
the Black Lotus that watched
and waited as the world shifted.
Songs and legends diminished.
The lush green of fields began
to dry under oppressive heat.
Men bickered their way toward
haphazard solutions, to no avail.
The flower grew tall and dark.

Both young and old remember
the days before the Lotus came,
fresh and open as a newly cut vein.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Seems the Black Lotus stole the world...and took earth and all of it with her...but still in the adversity people remember the good times before the aftermath...