Defined Lines

Defined Lines-Poem and painting by Camile McGregor

Stability is a horse with no hooves
tea without water

Predictable as oceans move

 as the egos you alter

 

I am not defined

by your straight lines

I curve with color

pop with laughter

slick in darkness

When the lamp turns out for the night

 

My color is not straighted by your tie

My yellow sand drifts when the suns rise

My blue rose petals wilt when words lie

Over the clouds I will not become your prize

 

I am what I choose

depending on the day

It is you who will loose

by staying still that way

 

Change is apparent

branches cracking under skin

Your devices so transparent

my truth will win

 

So do not tell me 

Color you cannot see

It is our personality

A fact of the speaking tree

 

But no not use this

For your conversational game

And go behind and reminise

Of the worth of my name

 

I am what I choose

depending on the day

It is you who will loose

by staying still that way