Color seeks a blank canvas
My brown eyes see green flash(es)
They beckon–go, loosen your dreams!
Soft and warmed words
Can now be fresh-squeezed
Flavoring any grand plan
The serpent beguiled Eve
Not tongue-tied but fork-tongued
No warning of aimless tumbleweeds
Driven by the wind under scorching sun
Or of the rainstorm sure to come
Where all safe were under the sea
But a grand plan
Before time ever began
Provided hope for man
Everything else paints hues of lust
And like the serpent
Will feed on dust
Linda Krutschke Paint Chip Poetry offers some very eclectic word choices for this week.
For this week’s challenge we are writing about a Grand Plan. It could be something you have planned for the future. It could be an account of some villain’s nefarious grand plan. Or you could write about a grand plan that didn’t quite turn out. The sky’s the limit with this one.
Although, I suppose, you are limited by these odd paint chip words and phrases: fresh-squeezed, tongue-tied, green flash, rainstorm, blank canvas, tumbleweed, and under the sea. Because they are a weird conglomeration of words, I’m only going to ask you to use three. But bonus points if your plan is to use them all and you succeed.