Colours anew...

A meditation on the peace of knowing from within

Orange
in the distance,
 well partly...
then, yellow...
and a new arising,
but lacking the intrigue
of the darkness,
that fonder close embrace of the night...

Chaotic introduction,
sterile pretence,
this dawn,
yet furtherance of seeming purpose
beyond my control...
sights
of another existence
that beyond any present conception.

...but, whatever is 'real'
expands
in depths
of unprecedented interaction...

No time for new comedy
...softly,
even gently,
 lulling the mind,
feeling as though taken in,
falling slowly,
 lying quietly
as in muffled slumber
...not given to forthright answer
again

...not understanding
the subtlety
of near things,
no soul,
no singing in the ears,
...but no fear !

Sensuous solitude,
and icy silence...

...All to see a warm sunrise

Reviews

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You have a very particular writing style, I have read some of your other poem, I thoroughly enjoy your style though. It just seems to flow really well.