Colors In the Sky
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow
beneath the morning's rainbow colors"
—Charles Messina
COLORS IN THE SKY
Resistance is fly, that is perceptive, sharp, a cataclysmic sight.*
Take off your blinders. Look up with keen eyesight. White
of your eyes bleed into the heavenly dye, bruising depression,
releasing joy - the jettison of a halo rainbow, procession
of flapping red, orange yellow & green, blue, indigo, violet waves.
One dove can fall, the other saves.
White of sin, covered in floaters and flashes, feathers torn.
All against thee: blinding lightning, hyperbaric scorn.
In a 4-G inverted dive, enmity strife.
Luxurious light coats the wings, coaxes life.
Hope abounds in resonance and rainbow-braves.**
Departed one falls…wait…Resurrected one saves.
Noah and his kin rebooted, three days out of the grave,
quick as a flood recedes, all of us waiting, still misbehave.
In mourning - will we savor his protection or invite dread?
The colors in the sky, blue as a savior’s eyes, or red?
12/6/2022
Contest: COLORS IN THE SKY
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
*fly - (adj) keen, artful
**braves - (adj) making a fine show, colorful
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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