Hell or High Water

The World fed me in gems and jewels: 
Ample orange; emerald green; sunlight

banana And the skies were not unkind

to me - lustrous blue sapphire skies 

So I wept in the ineptitude of my 

charcoal temperament; I was pain

that couldn't quite combust

In spite of it all, no fire

No fruition  

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

CP, let me be the first to congratulate you on this fine poem. especially enjoyed "the ineptitude of my charcoal temperament" a terrific metaphor

ken

[C Peril]

Thank you so much for the positive review Ken, truly appreciate the encouragement! Hope I can return the favour shortly.

Warm regards,

C. Peril