Color Caught

It was not a stale palate of paint

Or a valiant risky endeavor 

Caught between simple manifested spaces

Lines dawdle as they lay there beautifully 

Without a sincere dubious outlook

They were left extensively to run

Tugged in balance with clear intention

They were gleaming yet remained caught

Released into sparkles a background of bright

Rushing to fill all places in bands of color

They seek a view unmindfully we know little

Mimicing a wavering river they run

Light burst out of the darkness intimately  

Words created towards your heart quietly 

Falling into a compound bucket of thought

They stare up to a fortunate sky 

Pleated in a rakish spur 

Delicately like old reflections would remain 

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

These words flow through me with a gentle rush as colors seem to bloom inside my mind,making this poem come alive;-]

[B]

Thank you Wheeping Willow
Glad you enjoyed my work
I couldn't have asked for more :)

[JC]

This gives me a sense of peace, contented simpleness, with a bit of futility...very beautifully written.

[B]

Thanks JC ...........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of some poems i just left on napkins or envelopes, undone.

there was always the going back to them...that sky that lighted up the possibilities of lines just lying there waiting to be awakened...or re-awakened.
j.

[B]

Thank you so much Jacob
i am not sure what i was thinking with this one
but it ran free