I had a friend give me a word to write about/ from. I’ll tell you the word at the end.
Whatever you are, to me you are colour.
‘Fancy’ also springs to mind;
neat yet flamboyant,
carving out a quiet, bright,
comfortable niche in a dull world.
I imagine you bobbing along,
exchanges pithy, but ultimately
sure of your path, rolling sweetly,
collared in certainty, a tart
barb kept for special occasions.
I have never seen you in flight,
or, well, not for long;
a brief splash of brash hues,
and then settling, cupped
in the current of congeniality.
And it’s been a while – the world
has changed, and so have I, but you
are a dart of nostalgia – the scents of
summer, old books, the warmth of
my father’s hands, badges,
plans unpeeled in the shade of a hot day.
You are ambitions ringing tender
memories, Saturdays spent stinging,
singing softly, watching river banks
for telltale wiggles, picking wildflowers,
and waiting.
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| I could have done a collage of different images associated with this word, but settled on... creating abstract art? Got to love that NaPoWriMo experimentation vibe! |
The word was mandarin. The disambiguation section of Wikipedia for Mandarin lists well in excess of twenty different associations with the word. So I guess I reambiguated it.
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