World of Vivid Hues

A poem about that underrated place people rarely appreciate.

Awakened by the day's cheerful sunlight

Spent time, tired my eyes 'til twilight.

I saw worlds of adventure

Worlds of scenic bodies.

They spoke words of the clever

They wore fabrics of treasure.

They did not seem to move.

They are dolls who smile

Who blinked for a while.

But there is something in their eyes.

Eyes that speak.

Eyes that keep.

They tell stories

With their mouths shut.

A stick, a broom

Skies behind them that gloom

Daffodils, others hold, that sway

The sweetness their smiles convey.

They have neighbourly hearts

They sing lyrics of no tarts.

Painted by vivid hues

I remember one of them wore trews.

I conceive their images in my head

They are mostly gold and red.

The memories are lasting.

Indelible.

Magical.

Made my eyes exhausted

But made my heart delighted.

Author's Note

Correct the errors in my grammar if there is any, please :^) Thanks!

Reviews

[exotic flotsam]

Clever word arrangement. I'm getting some Orange County girls on the beach appearing perfectly content, while hiding demons we all have. Reality lurks unsaid. Or a recollection. Or just a memory you conceived. A parade? I like your ending lines.