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color of night

The trees dressed in colored attire
To impress the princess of night
Listening to my deafning silence
A lonely fleeing comes
To give me company


Some notorious fragrance
Flown from the gardens of memories
Rusty windows opened up
On the knocks of some wasted dreams
Some old stories met in the midway
Ignored old excuses for crying
Softly touched my eyes once again.

Silent ballet of
Some insane butterflies
Smiles at the things
Which could’ve been done or said.

Soft Sun of the morning,
Requested to solve this puzzle
Unbroken silence, fitting justice
For a mischievous heart.

Cruel honesty of
my stranded reflection
Justifies the annoyance
Of my fabulists mirror

Mine is night, with all her stars
Deep is the shade of blue
A quick reminder from
An empty canvas.

Silently, one by one
In the medows of heaven
The trees dresed in coloured attire.



Author notes

Dont ask me to explain this.
Written October 23rd, 2006

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  • Nra
    October 29, 2006
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    great write!

    The beauty of this poem lies in the imagery. It is truly a calm felling to read it. Thank you for making me feel tihs way


  • Previn
    October 25, 2006
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    I'm not sure if I really understood this but you've obviosuly categorised it personal for a reason.
    Its got some intriguing twists and turns so it never lets the readers mind alight on one concept for too long, I like that and the ambiguity, it leaves a vague sense of something other.
    Theres one line I'm not sure about,
    line 24 the word fabulists, should that rather read as fabulous?
    Just wondering.
    The stanza that stood out for me is,
    "Mine is night, with all her stars
    Deep is the shade of blue
    A quick reminder from
    An empty canvas"

    Nicely expressed with good imagery.
    Kind regards
    Previn


  • grannyeri gold member
    October 24, 2006
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    Very personal I am sure, and it;s very meaningful for you. Thought the flow was good and there were some neat word combinations used here - insane butterflies, ifnored old exuses. Also liked the alliteration - fragarance flown, and the repetition of the s sound near the end.


  • April Renee
    October 23, 2006
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    Cruel honesty of a my stranded reflection

    i really like this line. i like the title...i could dive into a whole explanation and all that, but im lazy. a really good job with writing this. enjoyed the read. keep it up.

    blu