Colour 255 (most recent, Draft One)

Live through the day
learn to cherish it.
Give and take-
you'll realize the moment.
Bask in the rays
you'd really love it,
flowers they swing in often
pleasant ways...
Well don't you see,
is it a tragedy?
Listen to your heart
it knows you better
than all of those who surround you,
And destiny will, come up to you
as they hold these
beliefs beneath the deep.
You will be seen.

 "Colour 254" (poetry.com 2002 semifinalist, final first draft)

 I'm the mediator- the go between
 the solver of quandaries:
 I prod, I provoke and fabricate,
 I am diabolical in my ways.
 Teasing, matchmaking-
 I enjoy weaving wickerbaskets
 and throwing them in the river.
 My techniques are like the tide
 A ripe tide waning beneath.
 In all wariness, the waylay got to me.
 A girl got to me.

  "Colour 253" (Final first draft- no revisions planned)

 Relax in the lounge;
 drink the coffee.
 It's days old-
 Stagger in your work
 Look dumbfounded.
 Your job is a bore.
 Your chores are circuitous
 Your tastes so cheap!
 Cherish life and its hassles
 for subtleties can be so deep!