Light on Bricks

Light on bricks, the sun has hit them
Making them bright
Showing their hidden textures
Ruddy red, dull red and brown

Shining with cement blanched white
Rough-stone and hard each one
Give their own unique reflections
In the angled morning sun

One or two in the masses are black
And they gleam so beautifully
Shining a unique darkness
Giving a dull and quiet brilliance

Every wall in every street has bricks
And they are lost to the billions
As passing eyes do not see them
Their dazzling display unnoticed

Author's Note

‘To see beauty in the mundane is an appreciation of life’

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Of a surety, we are each building blocks which comprise all Humanity ... Very nicely done ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Najam Us Saher]

Well said. The last line really explained it all.

[Stanley Wilson]

Bricks brought to life. Clever!

[W. Barrett Munn]

Really nice choice of subject. I only yesterday read a quote that said poetry is about elevating the mundane. I liked that and thought it a helpful guide.
My only comment here is that I personally think you could expand a bit on this idea with this poems and strengthen it, but that is your choice, not mine.

Winston

[Isimbabi]

There's something weird about this poem. I can't put my finger on it. I love it. It brought life to BRICKS in a very interesting way. I love that too. "To see beauty in the mundane is an appreciation of life" Absolutely. Well done!

[Pete]

i really enjoyed this. i am the type of person that notices what others consider mundane. in fact, i often study the details of a structure and even try to imagine the people who built it. there is an old mill complex (about 8 buildings) from the 1800's in my town by the river. i walk past it everyday and see exactly what you so skillfully describe - the colors, the way the light hits, etc. i try to imagine life back then, people coming and going to work in the brick buildings. there is a clocktower in the main building that chimes the hours. they say that in the old days the clock would chime at 9 pm. signifying that everyone was to be home. this is the "good stuff" of life. excellent write and perspective ... :)

[TL Boehm]

Shining a unique darkness
Giving a dull and quiet brilliance that second line especially. A dull and quiet brilliance. A contradiction. Like jumbo shrimp. I found it intriguing - considering darkness as brilliant. Well penned

[Mk.t.g]

Enjoyed the read, Leigh!
Wonderfully composed too
Mk.t.g

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord ..]

Living in them by,
A-hyacinth Spring.

Thanks, etertal
Enjoyed reading this poem

[John the Baptist]

May be a comment on humanity. Many colors, all contributing their own efforts toward the whole. The last verse indicates these efforts often go unappreciated.