Under violet wings

Tonight under violet wings
the sky trembles
into your hands
and your fingers
stroke the clouds
into wispy architecture

And beneath the broken pieces
of your eyes
I pick up
the sharp shards
of a mirror
reflecting Heaven

On the quiet side of mauve
sharper vermillion
whispers to you
you may have the sky
but not the sun

In stillness a silent heart
begins to flutter
sun sifts to skin
but through glass
always impenatrable
still eyes must
blink away its
boldness and devour
its roundness

and your hands build castles
with its light

 

Very sharp & graceful... full of fragile poise and shattered reflections.

 

Simply beautiful!

My favorite stanza... wonderful work!

 

As always, you have beautiful words. Thanks for sharing.

 

By the way...I think I used to come here under a different user name. We talked a few times on PM here. God, what the hell did I come under as? If I don't remember why would you?

 

That is definately my favourite part of this beautiful poem. And that's what it is... beautiful, I have no criticism

 

This is beautiful. You are great with words. The imagery is awesome.
*thumbs up*

 

Thanks everyone, glad you liked it.

 

Damn. You musta had mushrooms on your pizza! That was fukkin excelent!

 

haha, actually that was one of my more sober moments

 

i really enjoyed reading this poem. the poem is full of concrete imagery and vivid word choice. the ommition of punctuation lends a rather whimscal element to a poem that is solid in color and beauty. wonderful job.