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When I get the time
to watch the sun fade
behind the houses & hills of LA
The glimmers of light
stretching
across
the sky in yellow fading to purple
And I remember similar glowing colors
watching the skyline in Bangkok Thailand
As I would walk through the city
And cross over the
city streets
cars speeding by
below,
away, to the east
away from the rich display of sunlight,
fading,
refracting,
bouncing off of
noxious gas molecules and pollution
that for one moment unlock
a deeper,
more vibrant
beauty
in the fading sun.
And I stand in awe, sweat staining my back as I trudge through the city of my youth.
And I remember similar glowing colors
sitting atop a squatter community in Manila Philippines
With towering cumulonimbus clouds
forcing the
Sun's rays around them,
so that the light spills
through
every
crack
and
crevice
as it flows towards the dark east,
changing through
every color
of the
Rainbow.
And I sit, and God tells me,
4 comments:
cool! concrete poetry! i remember that from high school english though i had to look up the actual name for it.
Wow. Excellent. I guess you should be there, huh? :)
concrete poetry! That's what it's called eh? Thanks. :)
I hope to find myself in such a place again some day.
That's awesome how God speaks to you through sunsets and that's amazing how you can transport yourself back to those experiences and remember how you felt. Cool!
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