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To Know The World

To Know The World

A Poem by SlightlyOdd

I wonder....

At skies filled with streaks of jubilant color

Night with their quiet beauty singing thousands upon thousands of small songs

the wind that travels through blades of grass and shakes the morning dew from it's pre-dawn birthplace,

like scattering diamonds in sea

each breaking against the ground in a rainbow far too small to see.

At the heap of broken treasures

a car door trapped in the memory of splendor

It's metal worn with stripes of a oxidized blue brighter than the sky and streaks of faded silver

like the beginnings of a dream long passed

a two dented tin cans bound to each other with a dirty string marked by days in the sun and streaked with soil from the world,

each dent on the polished cans, each mark of rust a whisper.

At a sprawling metropolis laid out like oddly angular vines from the center bloom spires of stone and glass

emitting a bright light at night filled with a song so loud the stars cannot be heard

although the stars can no longer be seen it's bright light is enough to know home by.


At tiny pinpricks of light in which worlds live

in which even the most painful of things possesses a cruel beauty.


Light to hide from


Light to bask in


Light that burns and brakes


Light that nurtures


In each tiny surface sparkling in a thousand colors and shades


What do you see? 

© 2013 SlightlyOdd

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Nice job that closes down to a question, with the repeats adding tempo, well written..

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