Friday, November 26, 2010


24. Prompt: a spaces poem

The sun decides to contribute
light in a darkened world.
The rain-heavy cloud bolts
eastward; the sun comes out
low down in the west, spreads 
itself into a blue-cream-and-pink sky.
Side-mirrors catch the light
and drivers steer half-blind.

Blades of sunshine bring out
rich greens and reds, unfurl
a mat of gold on cloud's
underbelly. Aeroplanes are
flying low, intimidated by a sky
textured and dazzling. The three
rainbows are no match
for this freely available treasure.

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