Red, blue, gold, and green,
colors slip past me nearly unseen;
My soul is unraveling silently,
like fishing line trailing out to sea.
Through oceans of time,
while colors fade and entwine,
Moments turn to years
and youthful innocence disappears.
Quickening days of red
still spin wildly in my head;
While days of raging blue
relinquish endless seas of residue.
Scorching golden days
create love in infinite ways;
As cool days of green
play out life’s eternal scheme.
These colors of my soul
now drift out of sight and control;
Causing me to wonder, once again,
is someone out there reeling my soul back in?
Lora Frikken ~ 5-8-04 & 8-9-04
NOTE: When I was very little, 3 or 4, I believed
that my soul looked like a reel of multicolored
fishing line. The odd thing was, I did not know
that this type of fishing line even existed until
I was much older. Many years later, fishing on
the ocean at Cape Cod, we used this heavy,
wiry line, colored red, blue, gold, and green,
to show how many feet of line had been played out...
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