Swish and Swish. Like the ocean blue.

Rustle and Hiss. Like the morning dew.

Snap and crack. Like the morning sun.

Vroom and Grrr. Like the number one.

Red. Hot.

Blue. Ice.

Shivers and trembles. Kind but not nice.

Mountains are raised, dragons are tamed. 

Hands that kill. Slivers that maim.

How can anything be so rough? What is it like, finding a diamond in the trough?

How can you be so harsh, be so much, be so certain? 

Stop closing your eyes and lift the curtain.

What happens when imagination takes over reality?

Flowers bloom.

What goes swish? What goes rustle? What goes hiss?

What goes snap, crack vroom, Grrr?

Hot. Red.

Ice. Blue.

Is it really a poem that's all up to you?