poetrychick Posted July 3, 2008 Report Share Posted July 3, 2008 Lordly rays of Gold, Shining, meady rays of Amber, Forceful shades of Copper hue, This Light, the lackless colour of brite White; extreme. These, this splendor, Has always shone down upon me, Drenching my fleshy flesh, Covered with stains of dark. The voids that cover me Are consuming, still consuming, Body and Soul, No colour do they hold. And I am blinded, ever blinded As I walk on the foresaken, but easily trodden path, Not by the rays that cut and sting my blasphemous eyes with their brilliant colour, But ever - ever by my wounds, self-inflicted. I hope to one day; follow those colours home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Fish Posted July 3, 2008 Report Share Posted July 3, 2008 that was cool i like colors too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poetrychick Posted July 4, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 4, 2008 I'm not sure if anyone got it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kevin Posted July 4, 2008 Report Share Posted July 4, 2008 You're blown away by the colors of nature as your soul seems to covered merely in black or neutral shades ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poetrychick Posted July 4, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 4, 2008 No. I guess it could be because everyone interperets it different. But that is not the message I was going for. And another tip, never assume that the author is the narrator. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kevin Posted July 4, 2008 Report Share Posted July 4, 2008 Thanks for the tips ... It's Louis XIV . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLizard Posted July 4, 2008 Report Share Posted July 4, 2008 I guess it could be because everyone interperets it different. That's why we write, isn't it? I mean, of course something is going to mean something to you when you write it, but it can't mean the same to everyone, or it won't effect them. I've seen some interpretations of pieces I've written that I would never have thought of, but work perfectly well. To me, this poem seems to have a religious theme. Perhaps somebody yearning for redemption. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poetrychick Posted July 4, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 4, 2008 Deus meus. Mea culpa. Kyrie Eleison. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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