Bright Hours
Out there is all amethyst.
I dodge the gleams that
sneak in through the slats.
They are acidic on my eyes.
I wait for luster. I want to
view things from the cosmos
to dull their glow.
Did you know
thereβs all kinds
of trash orbiting
in outer space?
I cry clouded syrup.
I wait for the cotton
candy colors to take over.
Only when the first
star wakes up do I
whisper an apology.
Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash
Interesting poem Jennifer!
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Thanks!
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My pleasure!
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Tender is the night, indeed. Youβve given relief and regret colors. π
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Gorgeous imagery.
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Thank you
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such a pretty view!
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ππ
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