Colour

I 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.

Reviews

[luna rose]

Very lovely poem. Intense imagery-- which I can always appreciate in poetry. The last stanza reminds me of the lyrics from Blue Skies by Ella Fitzgerald; "Blue skies, smiling at me. Nothing but blue skies, do I see." I love the message as well; changing your attitude. What a world of a difference it makes. There is beauty in the storm, the rain, the grass. Truly lovely, indeed :)

[Raymond Federle]

A very well written contemporary piece. Very nice Shane! :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i like this! i picture the whole event easily ... so much in, around and between these lines for me... great stuff says i
E.

[paddy d daly]

I like how it moves, the changing moods between stanzas, the imagery is really good, but the main concept is what makes the poem, the being in touch with nature and with the world around you is the key, nice one.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thanks pat! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem! It looks like people are really warming to my poetry! More is coming soon!

[Baby Ricochet]

Can't you get arrested for fondling grass? No wait that's a*s. Fun poem bro.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

I only fondle grass in Colorado! thanks man !

[Katherine R.]

Cool! I really like the changing mood between stanzas. Just....awesome.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

why thank you!

[Jack...]

off the charts cool my friend. This one climbs on you like a friendly vine and brings you deep into the heart of your feelings and thoughts. Very nice.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

That means a lot! Thank you!!

[Lyn Anderson]

Another emotional and well thought out poem. Two minor style questions: one, the little space third stanza, last line, intentional, or no? Also, very last line, All seems to stand out on its own due to capitalization, is this intentional?

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Both intentional!

[Lyn Anderson]

okie dokie, like to check my meanings ...

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

No problems! I'm glad you thought to ask!

[s y e]

This is great, Shane - loved the structure and the title reeled me in... had me wondering what you had written.

Great work as ever.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thank you, It means a lot!