Blue LightA Poem by JoshiDx I used to think this was great... but I'll let others decide. It's not as grand as I recall, but it is quite a break from my usual poetic phrases. Also, meant very much to be read aloud. The blue light The blue light The light is blue The blue light The blue light The light is blue The light is yellow The light is blue The blue light The blue light The light is blue The light is yellow The light is green As I break through the screen all the world still unseen I fly through the sky in a rumbling tumbling romp watching a bird dart past my head in a blurry gasp as I turn head over heels racing past branches that brush against my face with their rough prickly leaves that all leave tiny lines scratched and clawed into my face bringing blood to the surface in elaborate dancing patterns across my skin as I pass them once again The light is blue The light is yellow The light is green I scream seeing ground come closer now as I break through branches crashing, crushing, splintering, rushing, speeding with force far beyond what I dare try to describe though I can’t for my breath is now floating right by in long desperate gasps seeing that I am almost there falling down those few feet to the ground I see brown and green and then I see black as I hear a tremendous crack The light is blue The light is yellow The light is red I am dead I think Cold like ice in my veins On my face My words Mean no more I think So few pains Compare The light is yellow The light is red The light is orange Again sensations begin seeping into my skin I start to feel the push of a pin Aches and pains make muscles sore Voices becoming so loud I cannot ignore them or the sudden tingling in my hands and my feet These feelings push back and I feel so very weak I know now that I cannot be dead Or maybe I am and this is all normal Instead burning stings in my brain as I start to come back Spinning colors opposites attract The light is orange Purple Blue The light is yellow Green too A colorful wheel spins in my mind in a series of colors I cannot define as faces appear all around me that I don’t recognize saying things I can’t make out or decide what I think they might think what they want me to say so I push myself up on the soft cotton bed but my head burns so I bend and grimace instead watching someone who looks like a doctor standing up overhead telling me to open my eyes and please look at some strange pen he is holding beside me he clicks and what I see seems such a surprise but only then do I truly realize The light is blue The light is yellow The light is blue The blue light The blue light© 2012 JoshiDx |
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JoshiDxIcelandAboutI decided to break down and write something here. Too bad I don't know what to say. What's there to know about someone who doesn't exist? Even if words capture the essence we are still at a loss for w.. more..Writing
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