light and colour

[sweetwater]

and each waking is a beginning
as much as an end
of something becoming itself

each word in the waking hour becomes a sentence
and a sentence becomes an enlightenment
and a phrase becomes like a whisper

in each line as i am awake to this
in the refraction of a rainbow

the art of waking
becomes the title of a book
in a dream about flowers

each thought as if it were a dream
becomes the beginning of a sequence
of random objects

through which light and colour
gleam through the open

and the morning becomes a mysticism
in the glowing

the day brought forth
a reminder of time and condensation
from the rain

where the sun peaks through
darkened clouds

and the sky becomes an umbrella

[Barry]

A-effing-men to that.
That's all one can say.
Except...Wow!!!

Peace,
Barry

[hester_prynne]

Really enjoyed this...
beauty flowing...
gentle
H

[sonofthesun]

time speed
different upon experience
cant ask the moutains but they surely
know it different
to the pigmy shrew whose heart beats 1000 times
per minute
relativity is ever present
as all we know is done past done it
even light takes time to fullfill itselfs undending
reflection of all upon itself
the beauty of the rainbow
truth we cant deny
all is a reflection

[saw]

a nice expression of the interconnection between all that we see and imagine....nothing exists in a vacuum, which is why it is impossible to say, "I'm not political".......the poem speaks of the natural phenomenon so important to our swinging moods.....I like it....

[Lightning Rod]

ring-a-ding
i ching

[sweetwater]

thanks for the guiding
the light and the comments