Softly, silently, the rainbow drifts across the sky
A symbol of the trust unspoken, a trust unbroken:
Is death the end of all? It seems to ask
Can anger bring life back? All things it seems
Must fall, my childish dreams of early date
Brought animosity and hate.
The sky seems sliced in two, cut by the arch of colours
The storm which raged through the heart of winter
Has ceased, and a new dawn lights the dusk of my soul.
If I might pluck that liquid light from the sky
Perhaps a new pulse might beat through the dead dust
Which lies about my feet.
A lifetime of abuse, of harsh ill use
Nourished my hatred. Let me treasure
This brief moment. The light's intensity
Scours that epic journey from my thoughts.
Now we are naked, and must prepare for our passage
Behind the curtain of the skies, the mask of all eternity.
Author notes
- Softly
- Rainbow
- Trust
- Broken
- Death
- Anger
- Synesthesia
- Life
- Dating
- Animosity
- Hatred
- Slice
- Cut
- Rage
- Winter
- Dawn
- Dusk
- Pluck
- Pulse
- Abuse
- Nourish
- Treasure
- Intensity
- Epic
- Naked
- Passage
- Mask
A contest entry
- First Contest ~*Lots of Options*~ by kurikaesu.
550 points, ended January 5, 2009, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I like this poem alot, although I'm not sure where "Synesthesia" would fit into it.
Despite that, this definitely brings questions to my mind, and I love how the poem was dark towards the beginning then turned hopeful towards the end. Nice use of the words as well
I love these lines:
If I might pluck that liquid light from the sky
Perhaps a new pulse might beat through the dead dust
Which lies about my feet.
I'm not sure why I love them, but they seem beautiful to me.
Thanks for entering, and good luck
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The taste of blue?
This is both sad and hopeful by turns. 'liquid light' is a very pleasing picture. All in all, Keith, a very good read. Synaesthesia is an interesting condition isn't it? I don't have it myself, but would like to try it for a week or so for the experience. Have a warm, fragrant Christmas my dear. x Debs
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Thank you very much. I only really wrote this to use the whole word bank, and the title was the only word left out. I prefer your spelling of it, by the way, but it is apparently acceptable without the ae. I'm always a bit suspicious of folk who claim to be synaesthetic - because it's not really possible to check up on them. It's a popular word amongst the young (note the moniker of the contest setter, by the way). Oh, Merry Christmas to yourself. Best Wishes.
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No, don't let's check up on them. If they say red tastes like liver let's just say - yep - that's what I'd say. Green smells like Tuesday to me...... What dy'a think my clever Keith?? xx
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