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An extra mountain in the orb of visual interpretation,
A skew of hues assault the lazy irises, shades of orange.
Light plays upon the velveteen waves, rippling and crashing,
Pulling, yet attached, as a door would to a door hinge.
Dawn will bring with her mirages, while dusk quiets reflections
Upon burnished landscapes and the ever present self.
In delusions and dreams that dance among the night
Colors bend and build upon the Auroral shelf.
Heavy indigo drips from the sky, drawing the day
Darker and deeper into a cerebral wonderland:
A point barren of hue, yet radiant with hope,
Where synapses end and expectation expands.
A grave matter at hand, lost in the grey matter,
Absorbed by what if, when the real masterpieces,
Vibrant and valid, are outside of the bone prison,
Waiting to be discovered, waiting to be released.
- by SelkeyByNight |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2013 |
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- Title: Oranginal Insite
- Artist: SelkeyByNight
- Description: I wrote this poem specifically to use "orange" in a rhyme, because I was tired of hearing people say "Nothing rhymes with orange." But, creating a decent poem that rhymes orange with door hinge and still makes some sense, was difficult... so it turned into what I have determined to be a "pretentious poem," but what others have called more "abstract" than most of my poems. I have also written a "translation" (I can't think of the right word for it) for the non-abstract meaning of the poem.
- Date: 08/09/2013
- Tags: oranginal insite orange rhyme rhymeswithorange
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