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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May 21, 2008 at 12:48 pm
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.
May 21, 2008 at 2:42 pm
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.
May 21, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Hope you’re refreshed. Judging by this poem, you’ve come back strong.
May 21, 2008 at 10:53 pm
..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…
May 22, 2008 at 12:21 pm
wouldn’t that be just like mother nature to produce something so magnificent while we are all asleep????
good to hear from you!!!!!!
May 23, 2008 at 7:58 am
Good to see you are back and writing. Love the words in this poem.
May 23, 2008 at 9:35 am
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