carried away by color's brilliance

carried away by color's brilliance

A Poem by RuseInex
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states of mind are induced by objects other than colored gems or crystals

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plastic fluff of purple divine 
blown in by the wind, tattered airy rag tag ball
impaled against the fence, glimmering in the spring sun
catches my eye, wavering strands
thin strips of plastic transparent clear, light seen passing through
violet royal ultra blue stirs 'n vibrates my eyes heart an' soul
delight's joys spill from my chest,
this simple ball of easter basket's fluff
my child's view of gold light full fills,
mind's mirrors reflect all of my sight
purple royal ultra violets what is light,
no dark can take away, carries me away,
i see her with a nest of basket fluff golden straw,
blue sky above flat earth field lays
to horizon's end, wavering white heat waves,
sun's light diffused through pastel blue hues,
silence so thick it rules my ears, vibrate with ringing in the stillness
the speckled eggs of a killdeer's nest on levee's mound
warm with moist air surrounds above, waters terraced below
its lonely crying calls across the vast irrigation's lands no one around
tadpoles, water skeeters abound in the weir's shallow waters, cattails tall
graveled dusty roads to infinity meet diablo foothill mountain range mystery
white dust rouged road, powdered puffed on its back, followed with my eyes
carry me back to former times, memories dance 'round my head
country dizzy delights come alive, her blue jeaned legs' lengthy strides
carried her slim waisted, strong breasted torso, my farmer's girl
her shimmering face bathed in honey amber yellow
country road carry me to her heart of gold, days of old
nostalgia long gone holds, inside folds of my past
her shimmering face bathed in honey amber yellow
antique quiet voices of ghost's in the ground, long gone
telegraph poles worn weathered to infinity
they walk hand in hand with the country road to reach a point far away
carry me past present days, bygone into disappeared history
her shimmering face bathed in honey amber yellow
her antique ghost voice in the ground, long gone
carried to me by a plastic fluff of purple divine
blown in by the wind, tattered airy rag tag ball

© 2016 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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I was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..

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