Marveling over an ancient element at dawn
Expressing a vociferous passion this morning,
About the actions of the sun’s rays fragmenting its beauty,
It’s about a bomb exploding into infinity of pieces of shrapnel,
Have you seen the sun today?
Stunned by brightness of such a distant dusk
Bringing upon of stories of beauty
Conversing of sights, sounds, smells…
And a feeling of a sixth sense,
The one that causes a shiver in your spine
Comes northern lights in the day
A soft mirror of red and orange
The giving of a message of unknowingness
With the reception of puzzlement
In a universe of gratefulness
Illuminating to white by fire
Clearing of the soft mirrors
Coming of the randomness
Disillusion of patterns
The marveling over an ancient element at dawn
2 comments:
I like this one too! Especially the "Comes northern lights in the day"
It's about sunrise right? A description? I was thinking though - maybe the part about a bomb - consider "exploding into infinite pieces of shrapnel" instead of infinity of. I think grammatically that works better - not that poetry is always about grammer... Just a thought! But this is good - you get a picture in your head of what you are marvelling at!
Wow I've been ignoring this for way to long. Sorry. Yes it is about the sun rise. Im glad you like it!
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