Technicolour Dream

The rain falls down hard,

Awakening me from my

Technicolour dream.

Tangled in my sheets,

Every single rain drops a 

different colour.

Painting the window,

It's Mother Nature's canvas,

Creating her abstract art.

The rain paints for me,

A picture from my own dream,

Reality slips.

Colours start to blend,

My sheets start to entangle,

Technicolour dream.

Green skies and Blue grass, 

All colours of the spectrum,

Drowning in fantasy.

Colours disguise me,

A human Kaleidoscope,

Distorting the real.

The world is leaking,

Bleeding all it's colours,

Constantly changing.

Rain is falling down,

Washing away all the colours,

Technicolour dream.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This was a wonderfully crafted piece of poetry. While it brought forward images of a broken society and a world that is hurting, it also showed us the brilliant colors of creativity that can exist within the darker times in humanity.
This piece embraces the need to continue painting, regardless of type of brush.
The rain to me speaks of change and how life is ever evolving.

Great Ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Briony Bryant]

Thank you for your input! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[MoriartyMesa]

A sweet blend of normality with reality that blends with the world, I hope this aint a high priced cup of Joe

[Everett DeValle]

A lovely dream indeed. The spectrum of colors fragmented in light and in poetic words. Nicely done.

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful poem...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Briony Bryant]

Thanks for reading!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Chaos_Collector]

This dream sounds beautiful. I love how dreams act as escape from reality. The detail of this poem is vivid and its wondrous. Excellent work :)

[Briony Bryant]

Thank-you so much! You are incredibly kind! This piece is definitely one that I found myself getting lost in while writing (:

[Chaos_Collector]

You're welcome! I enjoyed reading it and getting lost in it myself :) Keep the great writes coming Briony :)