carried away by color's brillianceA Poem by RuseInexstates of mind are induced by objects other than colored gems or crystals
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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Added on February 29, 2016 Last Updated on March 18, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI 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..Writing
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