Hey! I'd like to quickly apologise to anyone who read this before right now, because although I'd originally scrawled this in a notebook, I typed it up very late at night, which apparently give way to a large number of excruciating typos and sentences that seem to make no sense. at all. Sorry if you had the misfortune if having that inflicted on you, and I'll be more careful in the future!
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Dimming light, failing filament bulbs,
Reaching out behind us.
Trailing, faltering, falling slowly away,
As we pull further, escaping, free,
To day once more.
Clouds, softly, warmly golden in evening
Light, contrasting startlingly with vibrant
Diamond waves meeting crystal skies.
A pastel assortment of fairground happiness,
Glowing, pulsing, alive,
As we chase the day.
Horizons, faintly outlined by rays of pink,
Fades against the gradient masterpiece
Of omnipresent heavens.
We pull ourselves out of flickering,
Reminiscent beams, back into light.
A ticking time bomb, a draining
Hourglass of villains and heroes- light and
Dark, as we soar perfectly ahead of time
Itself, defying laws and rules with
Fierce strength and freedom,
As we chase the day.
Marigold, rose, tulip flecks of shades,
An overwhelming concoction of clouds
Lie as slabs, seamlessly, under strong
Wings. They're left behind, as night
Catches up with fearful urgency,
That time so often seems to adopt.
But it doesn't bother us, running mercury,
Seconds before flames are extinguished
Over busy days, beautifully unique evenings.
The fast approaching night isn't fast enough,
As we chase the day.
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I wrote this poem on a plane, on the way back from a holiday. My inspiration was the concept that the night was quite literally chasing our little soaring form, and how we would land and it would still be day, because we were just fast enough that the night couldn't catch us up. I'm not sure if that makes sense to anyone else?
Ooh well!
~Anna
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Midnight flashes
RandomA collection of poems, short pieces of writing and the general muddlings from my brain. This is a small window into my mind- all of the twists and turns of the labyrinth that are my thoughts, a way to see both the light, happy paths and the darker...
