Paradise.

The air is so bare, at 2am.
So crisp and pure,
a wonderful night.
No bright lights,
but stars in sight.
It's the nights afternoon,
with little commotion,
the definition of silence,
a world in confinement.
It's extraordinary to view...
The trees outlined,
sketched, by the distant shadow.
Where a moist meadow lays hidden
untouched, forbidden.
It`s beautiful, truly magnificent!
The only time, one can feel completely innocent.
When can one become,
apart of this perfect paradise.
To bind with its greatness,
and swallow the energy, tasteless.
To be blinded by darkness,
everything so clear.
Absolutely nothing to fear
but time itself.
Continuing on its path ,
through a thick meadows grass,
over and under again.

Created by Chris Holmberg

Reviews

[MiidniightSoul]

Such a brilliant poem. It flows beautifully and has a vivid imagery. Very well written. "To be blinded by darkness." This is my favorite line, it's memorable. "blinding" and "darkness" are two oppositions and yet they fit together perfectly. Great piece.

[;]

This poem is very hypnotic to me. It sways back and forth, putting the reader in a sort of dreamlike, "paradise" induced mind set. I love your opening line, "The air is so bare, at 2am." It drew me in right there and made me think. And what I thought was that this is absolutely true. The air IS bare at two in the morning, it sort of has a stillness to it that you can feel to your bones, just as this poem does to the readers. It still us, stops time just for a second. So that we can take a moment and soak in its brilliance, in its complexity. Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece of poetry!
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[rachel]

aww very good :)

[Jacqueline Lopez]

I love this piece because you wrote about paradise and beauty something totally different. This is beautiful and unique.

[LeeLee Ryder]

PARADISE is a luscious, lyrical, lovely, luxurious write, Chris ...
It truly describes my environment up here in the mountains..
It has wonderful imagery and your words emote nirvana ...
Loved the lines:
It's the nights afternoon, with little commotion,
the definition of silence, a world in confinement.
&
The trees outlined, sketched, by the distant shadow.
Where a moist meadow lays hidden untouched, forbidden.
BRAVO!!! LLR

[Jenna]

I think I sorta get what you are saying here. About how at the wee hours of the night everything seems still and perfect like its just you and the world and you dont wanna taint its beauty

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

Whoa... Beautifully imagery, beautiful rhyming, beautiful everything... You just blew me away, I love this poem!

[Scene, not herd]

You've painted a wonderful picture with this poem. Well crafted, with a steady, consistent rhythm. I love it.

[odhiambo]

picture perfect.this poem has so much music.its great..To be blinded by darkness,
everything so clear. ...great line