Rainbow Fragments Of This Writer's Life
Weary one evening, frustrated with duties
I decided to call it a day
and retire for the night with the thought that some sleep
would be a welcome hideway.
But something strange occurred
as I drifted into sleep
My Spirit left my body
laying in a heap.
As my image floated in the air
I saw what was "me" quite still.
"I'm dead," I uttered, gazing at my corpse
from the windowsill.
Through the milky way I soared
by crescent moon and stars,
passing Saturn, Venus, Mercury,
Jupiter and Mars.
An apparition greeted me
outside a pearly gate.
"It's not my time, is it?" I asked,
"please say it's not too late!"
"I have so much to do on earth,
my experience has barely begun!
Can I review my life thus far,
to see what I have done?"
"Follow me," the phantom's voice replied,
as we floated past green trees
framing prism towers on golden streets
on a hill above blue seas.
Through cloud-lands of illusion,
we continued on our quest.
Suddenly I saw it -
a great big treasure chest.
"What's in here?" I asked.
"Your life," was the reply,
"everything that's happened
since your first lullabye."
Slowly I unlocked the lid
with a hanging key
unaware of all the bios
that awaited me.
As I gazed inside the trunk
full of vignettes of my life,
my sojourn on the planet earth
stabbed me sharp as a penknife.
Childhood pieces drifted out
white dresses with pink frills,
snowballs, popsicles, May Day baskets,
roller skates and daffodils.
But as my teens spilled out, I blushed,
saw the trifles turn to splinters.
Peer pressure, vanity, self-centeredness,
Springs turned into Winters.
Then reality - adulthood,
marriage, job and baby showers,
motherhood, struggling, disagreements,
divorce, heartbroken hours.
Kids with measles, chicken pox,
New love, new marriage, new job, new home,
serious illness, hysterectomy.
Mother of teens!
Barely made it through those years,
times were tough, bitterness strong,
never-ending all day long.
But as the teens matured
and left the family nest,
a miracle occurred
and there was no more unrest.
Suddenly we got along
established a rapport,
turmoil was forgotten
and we loved each other more.
All my life-pieces to this point
lay around me everywhere.
I gazed at each one individually
with gentle, loving care.
Then the formless shadow spoke:
"If you had one year to live, what exactly would you do?
Think about that
for a minute or two."
In an instant, I replied, "I know each day is new,
new chance, new beginnings,
"But did you do what you've always wanted to do?"
"Well, sort of,"
"I planned to be a great writer,
but got here sooner than I'd hoped."
"You must realize," the apparition replied
"that those who live on your planet
just cannot take
their lives for granted."
"Yes, I know, I know NOW,
but is it too late?
Can you bring me back
at a later date?
Please give me another chance
to go back and make things right!
I'll put these slivers back together
and change my plans tonight!"
Then I picked up the pieces of my life,
slowly put them back together,
whereas I noticed different hues and shades
as changeable as the weather.
BLUE mornings sprang forth, gone forever and wasted,
YELLOW sunny days, so bright, were savored and re-tasted,
GREEN pastures flowing in the breeze of serene and restful living,
Thick clouds, VIOLET skies, a time of thanksgiving,
An INDIGO blue diamond ring still sat upon my finger,
unable to return it, unless allowed to linger,
While RED blood signified wars and battles of nations,
Orange sunsets recalled some wonderful vacations.
As I arranged the particles
so that I could live,
when all were put together,
it spelled out ROY G BIV.
"Why, these colors are a rainbow!"
I exclaimed with great delight,
"these broken pieces of rainbow fragments
put together makes things bright!"
The ghost then spoke these words of wisdom and sage,
"Let me tell you a secret about life's backstage.
Each minute of your existence is a multi-colored exercise,
as you learn from rainbow fragments, experience makes you wise...
Instead of tunneling downward
into a deep depression,
go forward with your life
thankful for each lesson.
Nothing lasts forever
always keep that in mind
even evil consumes itself
devouring it's own kind.
A colorful, brilliant, spectral life
is possible every day, for
you see, it's not what's happening,
your perception determines life's way.
'Things always work out' is the rainbow's message,
It's the finale to the end of a storm,
even blackness turns to light eventually,
and coldness turns to warm.
You say you want to write?
Then don't search for time, just do it!
which you've labeled 'around to it.'"
After all was said and done,
I nodded in agreement,
hastily prepared for my return
before discovery caused bereavement.
So the rainbow fragments
in this twilight zone
were all put back together
for my journey home.
Like a tumbleweed I slid
down a colored archway span,
past cosmic beauty never seen,
a dreamer's fairyland.
Dusk was just beginning
as I slid into my form,
happily opening up my eyes
under blankets soft and warm.
I jumped out of bed,
made a list of my round-to-its,
completed them all in such a short time,
turning all into now-do-its.
My final message is this:
I promise to be a lamplighter.
The light is myself, the lamp is my pen,
and daily I'll be a Writer.
Blessings to all Sparklea :)