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Marigolds are Sometimes Blue

Inner child poetry


Artwork by Mauve Martian
Artwork by Mauve Martian

I have something to share 

You might say it’s not true 

But I’ve been made aware 

Marigolds are sometimes blue 


I'll tell the story 

But open your mind 

It's about glory 

The most precious kind 


Many moons ago 

Underneath our sun 

Down near a meadow 

Occupied by one 


Was a little girl 

Wandering about 

Making her own world 

Living without doubt 


Her ideas were gold 

Her dreams were pastel 

Three-thousand years old 

But you couldn’t tell 


She perfumed the air 

And harmonized sound 

She had midnight hair 

And a sunflower crown 


She loved what she did 

Working for hours 

And like any kid

She had her powers 


Flying was easy 

She didn’t mind heights 

The winds there were breezy 

She designed them just right

 

Her world had six moons 

They circled the sun 

And seven baboons 

Watched over each one 


She painted the sunsets 

Just using her flowers 

And she often forgets 

That she's using her powers 


The sky was her friend 

They talked time to time 

The bouquets she'd blend 

Helped each color shine 


The clouds were fluffy 

And bouncy inside 

The rainbows were puffy 

She used them as slides 


The sun and the moons 

Would dance in the sky 

The stars were balloons 

The comets were pie 


The grass was sublime 

The trees gave advice 

Their two cents were dimes 

Their tough-love was nice 


One day as she slept 

Which she hardly did 

The wind oddly swept 

In some different kids 


These kids were from Earth

Their journey was far 

They said that from birth 

You know who you are 


"You're given a name 

And told what to do 

It's all just a game 

We're looking for clues" 


She smiled and said, 

"Well how can I help?" 

"It's a long road ahead 

We need someone else" 


"I could ask the sky 

Or maybe the sun?" 

They laughed till they cried 

They began poking fun 


"Or maybe the baboons? 

Often they're smarter" 

And just like buffoons 

They all laughed harder 


"Your world isn't real 

It doesn't exist 

No matter what you feel 

No matter what you wish" 


Something new happened 

Her mind filled with doubt 

Anxiety tapped in 

What was this about? 


The vibrance then drifted 

Along with her world 

All that was gifted 

By this little girl 


“But, my baboons!" 

Still they laughed 

"My stars, my moons!

 Where are they at?" 


As the laughter grew 

It made her feel small 

What she thought she knew 

Wasn't there at all 


Then she remembered 

Advice from the trees 

Words of surrender 

That put her at ease 


“I know who you are 

Because I am you 

We come from a star 

We are what we choose 


Helping others grow 

Allows you to bloom 

Because of your glow 

You outshine the gloom 


You're made of pure light 

And all things stupendous 

Your future is bright 

This journey is endless 


Just be who you are 

With all of your might 

And if it's bizarre 

It's probably just right.” 


She took a deep breath 

And knew what to do 

"I'll make you a bet 

My marigolds are blue" 


She led them to where 

Her garden once was 

But all that was there 

Was just doubtful fuzz 


"I don't understand

How could this be? 

This place was once grand! 

A great sight to see!" 


She described the sky 

And all of her sunsets 

She wanted to cry 

This made her upset 


Then one kid shouted 

"Everyone come quick! 

A marigold sprouted! 

Is this a trick?" 


"I can see it too!" 

Another kid said 

"They really are blue 

And others are red." 


"She made this whole world 

All with her own mind! 

She's more than one girl 

She's one of a kind!" 


The world then returned 

But this time with more 

New friendships were earned 

Now time to explore!

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