Tipping Halo

The lilac artificial color

In dangerous hues of a road

Riding the curves of a flow

If not by hindering growth

A beating word would go

Touching that edge of reality

Lights hide within that shadow

Little does man know

If thought came to be

To hold a folding form of life

A famous kind of night

Stood all that is white

A glowing sphere behind a veiling plight

Descendants from an after life

Daring thoughts would write

Of all the times wavering

Winds of yield

Mocking a tune once known

If by giving an essence

Of radiating song

Once left to float

Creating a line

She fights a dark color

Formed in the midlands of night

Particles of mercy fell

From a sky that once held

Thoughts rest at a tipping halo

So few have knowledge

Of places she may go

Reviews

[LylaCrystal]

This piece is like the aftermath of waking up from a beautiful dream. The sensation of experiencing something so fleeting, yet full of power in a short time lingers. The images linger after reading the poem. Great job!

[Robert Trakofler]

a desirous dance when in the ethereal throws of of adores warming flows she never holds her sway but bends in the waves creating a most beautiful display:) pretty pretty poem

[B]

Thank you Robert

[John the Baptist]

Read it through twice but couldn't come to any conclusion. I usually have trouble with avant grade poems.

[B]

It's alright
Thanks for your visit

[andrew mitchell]

She reads like an angel and is free to travel!

[B]

She is indeed
Thanks andrew

[Weeping willow]

Lovely write feels kinda dream like as though you travel in sleep to places unknown ;-]

[B]

Thank you for your review