The Colour of Innocence

Experimental. Spontaneous write. Probably too fragmented. idk...

I watched the fog today

as I squinted to look through,

imagining shapes, hovering;

and headlights in the mist blinked.

I watched the blood, stark liquid;

trickling down the edges of my temple,

as do the naked truths; I have failed [it seems],

the dots forming patterns, an image blurred;

my eyes, the colour

of innocence,

I bow to the rising sun.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the eyes may be the color of innocence, but what they have seen has been misted by life...and the denseness of life tends to take away that naive clarity...much grey area in life....
and sometimes as this poem could also imply...life can be a bit like looking through a fog, and we all see something different in the shapes.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I like your interpretation and agree. Thank you so much for your insight here, Jacob. Appreciated :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poetry is getting better and better dear friend.
"my eyes, the colour
of innocence,
I bow to the rising sun."
I agree with and I love the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Thank you, Coyote. Glad you think so. :))

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome dear Poet.