Transformation

[TrippinBTM]

This is a re-post of a poem of mine that I posted some months ago. I've edited it some and wanted some input, hopefully it's better.


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Transformation

The dawn today was not clear
As a filthy haze obscured the sun
But the winds were blowing
And soon I saw nothing but blue

All day the sun shone warmly
And the snow piles collapsed into puddles
That shone bright like mirrors
And now two suns were burning

But as evening came the clouds marched back
And disappointment filled my heart
To watch day so purely blue
Be murdered by this army of grey

But as the sun sank behind the lifeless trees
The sky dismissed my selfish fears
With a splash of many mingled colors
Laughingly transformed into a perfect night

[osiris]

The light of the Sun shines still in the night. It is only that some men mistakingly call this "darkness". As if to wear pants somehow makes one's phallus cease to exist!

[Keramptha]

its got a lot of colours and images in it. and some subtle philosophy.

i ike its 'two suns' part. it is quite trippy too.

[TrippinBTM]

Thanks, keramptha. and osiris, while it is true that the sun keeps shining all night...well, to acknowledge the fact would be to make "light" of dawn and dusk, and kill many a great poem, and even my meager attempts! I'll take poetic licence on this one, haha.

(and thank god pants don't have that effect!)