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we all linger near
that window
head firmly in
the air
faced pressed
against the glass
the knowledge reflected
as pretty colors
glass stained and
tricking us into thinking
we've learned the rainbow
its the fractions of the factions
cut pieces into actions
that temper the image
weld its picture together
ironclad
we build our frame
among the flame
of passionate progress
trapping ourselves
in colored glass
and all we get
is the reflection
a light in the dark
a shadow of the light
prismatic amidst chrome
though we tread upon mosaics
we gaze upon our window
always and forever
missing the big picture
that window
head firmly in
the air
faced pressed
against the glass
the knowledge reflected
as pretty colors
glass stained and
tricking us into thinking
we've learned the rainbow
its the fractions of the factions
cut pieces into actions
that temper the image
weld its picture together
ironclad
we build our frame
among the flame
of passionate progress
trapping ourselves
in colored glass
and all we get
is the reflection
a light in the dark
a shadow of the light
prismatic amidst chrome
though we tread upon mosaics
we gaze upon our window
always and forever
missing the big picture
My latest poem. Haven't been feeling overly inspired lately. Only written one other over the last few months.
It's all about how we build our own pictures of things and never look past them. Heavily inspired by stained glass imagery.
It's all about how we build our own pictures of things and never look past them. Heavily inspired by stained glass imagery.
© 2008 - 2024 Rhoswen
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its the fractions of the factions
cut pieces into actions
that temper the image
weld its picture together
ironclad
we build our frame
among the flame
of passionate progress
trapping ourselves
in colored glass
This is my favorite part...
Ever think about calling your best friend *pokes persistitly*
cut pieces into actions
that temper the image
weld its picture together
ironclad
we build our frame
among the flame
of passionate progress
trapping ourselves
in colored glass
This is my favorite part...
Ever think about calling your best friend *pokes persistitly*