In the glooming time
Where day exhales the
Last of the oranges
And the night inhale
The violets of darkness
There you will find
Where reality and magic
Can both be seen
In the dawn
Where night exhales the
Last of ebony
And the day inhales
The first of gold
Where magic and reality
Both will find
Me balancing on the line
Where one can hear rainbows
I love the circuitous route of this poem. Lovely! Ah, but you captured the magic well!
ReplyDeleteah what beautiful magic it is...to hear rainbows...very nice. great one shot!
ReplyDeleteGreat visuals and colors! Tha last line reminded me of something funny I heard just this morning: "I can smell colors!"
ReplyDeleteWonderful right ---the colors of night the gold of first light...love it...bkm
ReplyDeleteYou use the word balance toward the end, and I think that's a great description of the lines between the times you mention. Also agree with Talon's comment about the circuitous route aspect of the poem. Thanks for a great One Shot post! cheers
ReplyDeleteThis poem is very fresh, coursing through the sensory and sensual images juxtaposing things in unexpected way and finding that "fine balance" between them. Excellent work. Thank you.
ReplyDeletewow..an excellent poem..very well written..a loved the colours and the subtle rhymes..thanks for sharing with one shot..pete
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I love the colors and the contrast of opposites.
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