‘amber folk sipping gold sun through skin’ (line 5 of ‘to be considered before inviting everyone to the cookout’ by Rasheed Copeland)
Red, amber and green, and if you want the ultimate,
go for purple and think not in amber. Amber is a middling
goal, a goal parading as gold. To go for purple is to rise up
the ranks, to pass through the force fields, to be an
antigen, to pass through the brain barrier. To be purple
is to disturb the status quo, to cause collateral damage.
To be amber? To be amber is to smother one’s face with
thick-orange-yellow wallpaper paste. To be amber is to
be a slave to the purple. To be amber is to provide the
feast. To be red is to be the feast. Ignore the red (who
wants to bleed?), skim over the amber (nothing attractive
about umpa-lumpas!), skip through the green (but wolf down
some sprouts), and bathe yourself in a seas of purple presence.
Enjoy, and flourish. Because, to be purple is to be baked by a
hot sun and to be consumed by the fires of moorlands; to be
purple is to burn back to red. To be red is to be rained upon, to
bleed out and to swell. Red passes into green, and green?
Green starts again.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019
Inspiration taken from the poetry of Rasheed Copeland, as featured on Poem-A-Day.