Poem

So, irony has always been my favorite form of literature. I'm sure lots of you may find it ironic that this zoology major has attempted to be poetic, so please don't be too harsh. I like it. Maybe you will too.


Colors
Anticipation, excitement
Like a bright bubbling pink
reminiscent of young girls
giggling loudly at their inside
joke being played on adults

Patience, waiting
feeling as dark as night
taught these are virtues
something to be conditioned
much like a monk content without food

Which emotion to indulge?
Which action to take?
Risk all prudence to go full speed
and potentially find lacking
Or endure the happy thoughts
and lay around for events to be put into motion

The answer must lie in between
Not in the pink or night black
Maybe in the green or yellow or even blue.
The unknown is frustrating.
The unknown is exhilarating.
The unknown is life.

Life is certainly full of colors!
Our lives must be dependent on how we use the colors.
Once dead, the remainder of our lives resembling a magnificent quilt
and hopefully not too many holes are present.


-Kristy