Philosophical Artist
So he left for Kathardhis, On a boat, over the seas. He felt lonely, but with purpose. ‘I can’t wait to teach the numbers!’ After weeks of float at sea, Good to face his destiny, He placed foot in a new land, Where the colors are at hand. ‘Are you Po? ‘ a voice comes through. ‘Yes I am, and who… Continue reading True Colors – Part 5
‘No’ he said, ‘is it a dish?’ ‘It’s a land, beyond the fish’. Far more than you can conceive, And it’s urgent, you must leave. Po was startled: ‘That sounds scary! I have been so ordinary. What’s to do a Po like me, In that place? I need my tea..’ ‘Don’t you worry’, said the master. … Continue reading True Colors – Part 4
And he left. He met his teachers, Other Pos and other creatures. He learned so much things and wonders, That forgot about the colors. Slowly they became more structured, Closing in and being nurtured By some building blocks of stone, Merged into a single tone. After years of things and wonders, He chose working with the numbers. … Continue reading True Colors – Part 3
He was magical and fun, He was brighter than the sun. But his parents had a vision, And they came with a decision. ‘Oh my dearest, lovely Po We must say it’s time to go. Tummy colors are distractions. You must learn writing and fractions.’ You must shape your tummy structure, To support you and to nurture, To sustain… Continue reading True Colors – Part 2
In a Monday afternoon, Po was playing in his room. He imagined being king Casting magic through a ring. When you look at Po at first, You can feel emotions burst Through this cat like, gloomy face And a tummy spreading grace. When he’s happy, you can tell. When he’s angry, sad, as well. Rainbows… Continue reading True Colors – Part 1
Laura Dogariu 