All The Pretty Colors


Phosphorescence
Changing hues
Unmarked terrain
An aurora borealis
No landmarks you can use
Each step a mis-


People live through
This

I paint over my window
Covering rejection
Codependence
Victimhood
From my own side

On the other side
Everything
Looks just the same
Panoramic chaos
Glowing with energy
Enough to drive you crazy

Bleeding from my brush
Vivid oranges and greens
Rose and mauve and aquamarine
Diamonds and azure   
Crass and pure
I stand humbled
Hushed

Nobody lives through this

Within my bubble
I can’t imagine
A universe
Without me
How could there be
These pretty colors
Were I not here
To see

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Micky Dee 5 years ago

How indeed! God bless Tom!


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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

A great poem as always Tom.

Carry on compsing and I will keep on reading.

Take care

Eiddwen.


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kafsoa 5 years ago

Really, very nice poem. Love it :)


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

"Within my bubble

I can’t imagine

A universe

Without me

How could there be

These pretty colors

Were I not here

To see"

Wow...this took my breath away. Beautifully done, Tom.


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

Your bleeding brush paints imagery as crisp as the dawn.


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stars439 5 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

Brilliant , and original. Nice. GBY

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