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The Crimson Paint Tube

written by: Charlie Bottle

@CharlieBottle

 

I, a barely used crimson tube,
lie, midst squeezed tubes of other colors,
their dry mixed views, unused, on life’s palette,
dry, they lie waiting for the oil of mercy,
to enliven them once more.
to be spread, on the canvas of that Time.

Accusingly I ask The Artist,
“why have you used me so little,
in the depiction of these times?
is it fair you choose burnt umber?
raw sienna, cerulean blue,
and other attention grabbing colors, over me?”
saddened by my supposed marginalization,
I lie depressed, midst my multi-hued peers.

The artist washed his brushes and cleansed his hands.
“it is done!” he said of the canvas on the easel.
in front of a cloudy blue sky,
stood a rocky escarpment,
sparse with young acacia trees.
on it, stood three burnt umber crosses,
on the crosses, three men,
from one, flowed blood, crimson, red.

“No greater love” he said,
“is there than to lay down my life for my friends.”
humbled, I lie sparsely used in a box of paints.
used but once, in the presence of man’s cruelty to man,
and in the face of sin, chosen to depict eternal love.

I am but a trickle, on the Face of Mercy,
I am but a drop, in the Ocean of Love,
I am but a mote, in the Book of Life.
I am but a sliver, of the Mirror of Joy.
here I lie contentedly still.

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.
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