World of Vivid Hues

World of Vivid Hues

A Poem by Maroon Surreal

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.

Made my eyes exhausted
But made my heart delighted.

© 2012 Maroon Surreal

Author's Note

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

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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.

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Added on April 11, 2012
Last Updated on April 16, 2012
Tags: adventure, bodies, colors, delight, fantasy, heart, images, magical, memories, poem, poetry, vivid, world, writing, place


Maroon Surreal
Maroon Surreal

Candles and fading sheets, I write my heart of bits. I write poems and other short stories. Really short stories. I'm still learning and willing to learn more, read more and write more. I like .. more..

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