I love this post ! and all the replies, which gives me yet another opportunity to resurrect an old rhyme ( my apologies to those who have already seen this one which was pasted earlier this year)
IN MY COLOUR-FULL RAG-TAG BAG.
Right from the start
I sensed there was art
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
I’ve so often said
the cherries stay red
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
And to my delight
all nuts stay white
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
There in my sack
the currants stay black
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
I tell you my fellow
the sweet corn stays yellow
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
Blueberries too
will keep their dark hue
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
Those carrots stand out
bright orange they shout
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
I perplex and frown
as I ponder the brown
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
A vortex soup of colours blend,
a pot of gold at rainbows end
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
Were I an artist like Matisse
I would paint a masterpiece
from my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
But I am just a simple poet
rhyming words is how I show it
from my colour-full rag-tag bag.
I use the rhythms and the rhymes
to tell of smell and raw enzymes
from my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
The subject matter won’t get worse
by placing it within a verse.
The ostomate as graduand
will be the one to understand
my colour-full rag-tag-bag. B. Withers 2011
You can see what I mean
When the colour turns green
in my colour-full rag-tag-bag.
B.Withers 2020