ColourA Poem by Shane Hogan PoetryI stand in a field of dark green grass, that I have been known to fondle at times. Winds roll bye and clear settled dusts, whilst impressioning the grass that has grown to my hip. The sun has disappeared behind a sky of black, and for a period, I just look up. Shear shock and agitation start suddenly, but break to tranquil trances welcoming weightlessness. White light chases white light across my basalt sky, charging my stale air; I absorb this image, eyes shut, before I hear a clap. I know the dangers to self of such power, as I stand as a plausible conductor. The Rain comes down and I embrace it completely. I raise my hands from my sides slowly, gently, I take one last deep breath. The next clap awakens me. A beam of abstract pulsing colour, concentrates around me. It seeps into the world, and upon encasing it, I truly see. This one true nanosecond, recalls its tranquil beauty. I fall to my knees, and smile to see the sun, make green my grass. This change defined change itself, and All I can see is bright blue skies.
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18 Reviews Added on January 29, 2014 Last Updated on January 30, 2014 AuthorShane Hogan PoetryCo. Kildare, Leinster , IrelandAboutI know you feel it scratching beneath the surface of this state. more..Writing
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