Abstract by haironie_91 at Photobucket
An eclectic storm
shakes interstellar space,
propagates
pulsating image
in magnificence
– phantasmagoria
in rainbow colours
inhabits the witching hours
whilst all around are sleeping.
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Welcome back. I hope your trip went well and that you are recovered from NaPoWriMo. I especially liked the end of your poem. Sometimes I wonder what is really going on deep in the sky while everyone is sleeping. It certainly can be a mystery. Have a nice day.
like Michelle, I hope you enjoy your trip. and I really like the ending as well makes me wonder what people who are not sleeping do while the rest of the us are sleeping.
Hope you’re refreshed. Judging by this poem, you’ve come back strong.
..ok, i admit it… had to look up that word!… i love that hour that you have described so beautifully… can’t help but to think of pink fairy dust…
wouldn’t that be just like mother nature to produce something so magnificent while we are all asleep????
good to hear from you!!!!!!
Good to see you are back and writing. Love the words in this poem.
Very good Carole! I like the energy of this work and your last line perfectly sums up where I find myself, as I type this.
Welcome back, you’ve been missed! G