Need (with audio)

Washed out colors

Washed out road

Washed out goals

A bleak trudge through these twilight years

I settled into the greys

The hueless landscape without danger

A bland chowder lacking salt

Devoid of spices

Lukewarm

With water colors

I painted my environment

Undersaturated in pastel tints

Life came calling, then, at my closed door

Bringing flowers, and salt water, and glorious sunsets

I smiled politely, found a vase, took a swim, snapped a photo

Life courted me relentlessly, heedless of my discontent

A musical renaissance, an auditory serenade

My indifferent diffidence began to differentiate

A technicolor palette overcame the the somber tones

I danced to swaying tree limbs in a solitary sequence

Let me stay asleep, it’s warm here

Who needs hot and cold, and spices and troubles?

I will gamely march unremarked to the end, I thought

It’s what I wanted, but I did not account for need

Life brought me chocolates, sent me on adventurous trips

Bought me tickets to the theater, invited friends and family to my door

Need showed up silently creeping

Need slipped in under the door

Need required, demanded a brand new accounting

It’s all beyond my control now

The riotous colors, and blossoming flora

The music’s too loud, and I’m dancing too fast

The lights are all flashing, the rhythm is thumping

And there in the center of vibrant toned life

The ocean waves ceasing after the storm

In the soft glow of sunrise when life called to me

I answered the door with a welcoming air

Let the glorious light of the dawn into the room

Spoken Poetry

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