Tic Tac Toe

 

Like tic tac toe

Everyday is a draw.

Mixing oil and water

Is the poor heart’s version

Of a rainbow.

So green becomes

The new red

Till you are on borrowed dime.

Seeing the whole

In the ozone layer

As the stairway to heaven

Is the religion

You baptized by fire

So lightening can strike

More than once.

Rain produces the puddle

To see your true reflection,

Then the sun dries it up

To show the true meaning

Behind your shadow,

“Dreams and thoughts unshared

         are just packaged seeds.”

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

A well written pieces you crafted! The imagery shines brightly and speaks perfectly!

[Ladysue]

wow, this is very good and very tight writing. not a wasted word..your title is a good one and the meaning of this piece you wrapped so well into perfect imagery..very refreshing and this rises and falls to perfection!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ah, the turmoil of subjegated life, simplified and coiled in imagery, well done, a refreshing piece, good read.