COLOR THE DARK

 

COLOR THE DARK

 

She lives, breathing deep

Her colors flowing while we sleep

Dancing, alive, whimsical luminosity

We watch, fascinated and strive

 

To fathom the reality cherishing hues

Ever splitting into tendrils glowing

Sputtering sounds of popping clues

Tubes of effervescent bouquet

 

Transforming the night into iridescent day

We are transformed in flickering play

As the neon lines glow blazing

Bringing light and life to a dying city

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Awesome imagery, at first I thought you were writing about the aurora borealis, but soon came to find differently. Most excellent :)

[Sunni Davis]

Beautiful images and perfect flow make this poem an absolutely joy to read. Brilliant work!

[Orlando Murcia]

Couldn't of wrote it better myself..

Great work Eagle

Keep up the amazing work!


Orlando M

[Norma M Sutton]

I like the ebb and flow of this. The last line hits me just right too.

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a great way to explain the night life and how a city can be transformed from normal to exceptional at night.