[How does it feel to go through your past? Do you emerge discontented, or forgiving?]
A tint of maroon
Allures his frail figure
Towards broken glass strewn
Casually. Today blunter.
Each piece fancied
In his black panorama,
To play the impassive lead.
His choices sketched into a genre.
He bent, disoriented,
Setting his eyes
On old days so acrid,
On the assize.
Written down in deep azure,
By his own being,
Refusing to surrender.
He thought of walking
O’er the glasses
To possibly unearth
Amongst the bruises,
A deep buried self worth.
Somewhere, some mirror
Amalgamating these confused colors,
Like a swift zephyr,
Exposing a light much whiter..
Posted in: Poetic Pretentiousness
Hues.. 
Olivia
19/03/2011
Yes.. it does happen so! Once you have seen it all and beyond, you do evolve and awaken!
Very fine piece of work here
Hugs xox
shreyar
19/03/2011
True..thank you 🙂
Broken Sparkles
20/03/2011
Confused colors, directed with the right light will bring beauty, like your words brought emotions and wisdom! Lovely!
shreyar
21/03/2011
Well said!! Thank you 🙂
Jingle Poetry
20/03/2011
you have sharp eyes, well done.
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kaiijy
22/03/2011
Wish i could write as gracefully as you. Very lovely poem.
shreyar
22/03/2011
thank you..means a lot:)
Jamie Dedes
23/03/2011
Appreciate the use of color here to evoke emotion and the use of medieval term to bolster sense of memory and time gone by. Well done!
shreyar
24/03/2011
Thanks again for such nice feedback 🙂