A Brief Glimpse
A rippling stream of lights,
at different heights.
About a dozen of them,
moving past my uncurtained window
with a bouncy gait.
Some pure white,
most LED blue or green.
A brief WTF moment,
then it clicked.
The local runners' group,
hardly noticed in daylight,
becoming a luminescent serpent,
a chain of irregular links,
as the evenings close in.
Gyppo
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A Brief Glimpse
A Brief Glimpse
I've been writing ever since I realised I could. Storytelling since I started talking. Poetry however comes and goes
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Re: A Brief Glimpse
Hey Gyppo,
I've been lurking around hidden and was not going to post anything before coming up with an excuse for my absence that paints less of an asshole than I am. But I read this and have to comment.
It's light and delightful and fully realizable.
I don't know what to say about this:
"becoming a luminescent serpent,
a chain of irregular links,
as the evenings close in"
other than, "Yes!"
Anyway, Thanks for the great read.
I've been lurking around hidden and was not going to post anything before coming up with an excuse for my absence that paints less of an asshole than I am. But I read this and have to comment.
It's light and delightful and fully realizable.
I don't know what to say about this:
"becoming a luminescent serpent,
a chain of irregular links,
as the evenings close in"
other than, "Yes!"
Anyway, Thanks for the great read.
"Poetry is not speech raised to the level of music, but music brought down to the level of speech." - Paul Valery
Re: A Brief Glimpse
You're welcome, Marc.
It was just one of those little moments which cried out to be captured. I was busy working on something else, saw the lights passing by, opened a spare document, captured it whilst it was still fresh, saved it, and went back to what I was working on.
If I'd told myself I'd remember and do it later it would probably never have happened.
Gyppo
It was just one of those little moments which cried out to be captured. I was busy working on something else, saw the lights passing by, opened a spare document, captured it whilst it was still fresh, saved it, and went back to what I was working on.
If I'd told myself I'd remember and do it later it would probably never have happened.
Gyppo
I've been writing ever since I realised I could. Storytelling since I started talking. Poetry however comes and goes