Wednesday 2 January 2013

colours so bright


A figure stands and watches you,

But you do not feel afraid,

She had a glowing light,

And a gentle friendly face.

Her hair was red,

Her eyes green,

And the rosiest most beautiful skin he had seen.

She glided to the window,

Then gave him a stare,

Come won’t you join me,

Its a beautiful place out there.

Taken aback in complete shock,

The man quivered in his response,

There is nothing there.

He turned away his anger rose,

Go away and leave me alone.

And just like that,

The glow had gone,

The man looked sad to see it go,

Confusing feeling being alone.

Drifting off into sleep,

The usual night mare was obsolete,

Instead wonderful colour was every where.

So bright the lights,

They hurt the poor mans eyes,

Magestical colours like fireworks.

 

He rubbed his eyes,

In great surprise,

The beautiful figure,

Was back by his side.

Her voice was so soft,

An instant calm washed over the man,

Her magnificent glow,

He wondered in awe,

Who/what are you i need to know.

Without an answer she just said,

I have some thing to show you,

Come on we must go.

She stretch out an arm,

So slinder and thin,

With great trepidation he stretch out his own,

The most warmest of hands he had ever hold.

They took a few steps and magnificent colours hung in the air,

Mists of purple, lilac and pink where floating in the air,

Aluminous colours twinkled in the sky,

Floating in dance he liked how they pranced.

He spoke to the figure,

Without a quiver in his voice,

Why am i here?

She looked him in the eye,

A twinkle so clear,

All will be revealed my dear.

 

Walk along this path with me,

There is plenty to see,

Down the enchanted path he went with glee.

They came to a meadow,

Filled abundantly with flowers,

Each one had a different colour,

Such a pretty sight to see.

 Life is not back and white with many shades of grey,

Colour is all around you,

In the most beautiful of arrays.

As he woke he felt content,

Was that real he could tell,

He opened up his curtains,

And then he knew for sure,

The brilliant twinkling lights were still at his door.

 

 

3 comments:

  1. Rich in imagery and capable of sustaining the impressions of images and mystery in the mind, later on, brought into fruition in the form of lively words. Though some little glitches appear in the first few lines (point of view) those are part and parcel. In some instances,a few tappings in the keys with occasional clicking s in the mouse may add more colors to piece. I like this piece with a hope of befriending the poet.

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  2. My my my! What a poem! I cant stop myself reading it. Imagery is what you adorn, my awesome poet. I will be greatly delighted if we have a talk over poetry someday :)

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  3. Wonderful it was , and fully filled with imaginations. Keep penning !

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