the rooster is a glorious creation even a paint-by-number edition is majestic glossy plumage adorns breast and tail mostly black - 23 and green - 18 but adding luster and elegant pizzazz are streaks of white - 17 ocre - 9 turquoise - 12 each morning I sit morning sun first cup of coffee calendar cleared with ZERO creative effort he comes alive vibrant cock-sure born of brush dabs of paint patience the gift of leisure I contemplate a paint-by-number LIFE would grief, be only one shade of sorrow, contained by its singular number? perhaps rage, scarlet spatters merely highlights, much needed no harm done and of course yellow, so much yellow all the shades for daffodils, sunshine, song birds #2 pencils, smiley face buttons new shoes, dandelions, a farmhouse kitchen door a paint-by-number life edged in certainty no going out of the lines no guessing, or wondering, or not knowing what comes next I suppose it would be costly a sell-your-soul kind-of-arrangement (the rooster was $25, which I thought a bit steep) and then, of course, the bigger question… Who would hold the brush?
The focus required to not go out of the lines is more 'life' than some can handle.
An excellent point.
Your descriptions explore the depths and hues of emotions that guide us through moments, hours, days. Thank you.
Yup. The rooster is a gorgeous guy. He can get a bit testy at times, too, I have heard.