And I Was SoberOriginal Poetry By Jacquii Cooke
The sky opened up earlier today
and sprinkled a delicious rainbow
into my mind. The colours were
dizzying, the greens and yellows
so vibrant, a kaleidoscope of utopia.
I nearly came in my pants.
And I was sober.
But it's dark now.
The moon tonight is so rotund,
a bruised cataract on that midnight-cerulean
air. I gaze at the one shining
orb and think of his solitude
as something stunning, a chameleon
amongst black holes; Is this how
a spotlight feels? I want to smoke
four hand-rolled, premium blunts. That
or howl at the fat moon.
I imagine my neighbors would
think me mad.
Though earlier...That sky...
It opened exquisitely. For a moment; just
two briefly-splendid seconds of awe.
The sun ray stabbed through the day
and made magic and I witnessed
a miracle for the first time
through my own tear.
One melancholy tear.
A proud tear. A foolish tear. A
vibrant tear, color: clear.
And thus a rainbow formed.
But why do I feel
so empty?
Copyright © 2010 Jacquii Cooke
Thank you so much Kim for the wonderful words and poetic love!
Jacquii.
I read this a myriad of times and my mind just spins as I read. The masterful artistry displayed is haunting, playful....just masterful in my opinion. The painting depicted is summed up in the vivid colors of the words, so true, so raw. The underline hint of a lost soul in this makes it haunting to me, as I have felt this way before in solitude. Thank you for this brilliant and enspirited piece Ms Jacquii.