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

[Avia]

It's amazing how unique each person's view is. Someone passes and sees a wall, someone else passes and sees a beauty hidden behind bland, fading colours. I like this piece :)