Philosophical Artist
Po became so big and known That the news arrived back home. Everybody read his book. And it cached them like a hook. Slowly all the tummies changed Structure was then rearranged Into building blocks of colors In relation with the numbers. And the last page of Po’s book You for sure can’t overlook. It contains piece of… Continue reading True Colors – Part 15
With each step along the way He learned more without delay. Once the book was finalized Tears of joy layed in his eyes. “What a happy day, my Rachel I am blissed and I am grateful. Thank you for all the support You gave love and you gave hope.” Of my darling, I’m so proud Finally, your… Continue reading True Colors – Part 14
All his sickness disappeared And his face was full of cheer. Packed his bag and went to Rachel “Please forgive me, special angel.” I don’t want to be a crook I just want to write a book. I know structure, I know colors And combined they will do wonders. ‘Yes my darling, stay with me I’ll support you,… Continue reading True Colors – Part 13
What a hard and tough decision I can’t get to a conclusion Should I choose numbers or colors? Should I send Rachel some roses? But one night he had a dream And a mighty Po appeared He looked wise , happy and fun “You are me, and we are one!” I am here to help you out … Continue reading True Colors – Part 12
3 weeks later.. In a Monday afternoon Po was sleeping in his room He was ill and locked in bed With a compress on his head. Friends and family by his side Wondering, will he survive? No one knows what’s wrong with him And his tummy’s black and slim. But deep down he knows the cause He… Continue reading True Colors – Part 11
So he took a leather belt Wrapped it tight until he felt That the colors are well hidden Cause at home they are forbidden. Once arrived he met the master: “Kathardis was a disaster!” Really tried to teach them order But they’re hopeless , full of color. Don’t you worry Po, I know It’s expected , that’s the flow This was… Continue reading True Colors – Part 10
At first he was in denial Feeling like a pest on trial. All his colors begged he stayed But his mind was too afraid. Feeling trapped and very sad He accepted. Packed his bag. Grabbed a paper and a pen, Wrote to Rachel, his girlfriend. “Oh my dearest I must go And it breaks my heart in four But I’ll… Continue reading True Colors – Part 9
Slowly Po began to change, Love for him was new and strange. Tummy bricks began to crumble Passing from a square to bubble. Next he was contained by colors Loosing interest in the numbers. Nothing felt for Po the same Classes turned into a game. So instead of teaching order They were playing with no border. Singing, dancing,… Continue reading True Colors – Part 8
All the students, looked so gloomy, Full of colors on their tummy. Even tho they’ve interacted, They were easily distracted. One day they were map creators, Next day they were dominators, One day they were dancing fairies, Just like in Po’s early memories. It became worryingly harder, Also pleasant in a manner. Even tho they lacked the order, They were friendly like no other. From the group someone was special, … Continue reading True Colors – Part 7
All these questions troubled Po. ‘Why did I accept to go?’ Is it really necessary? What if all is ordinary? But his thoughts got interrupted: ‘Welcome! Please come in, beloved. Take this bed and take this food. You’re now in my brotherhood.’ ‘Thank you Duke..’, said Po with sorrow. I am nervous for tomorrow. ‘I can see… Continue reading True Colors – Part 6
Laura Dogariu 