William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Free verse

Evenings Light

Evenings Light

Late afternoon, rainbow colours slither across my floor,
climbs up and over my audio, my video equipment,
streaks across the covers – between which family history lies
and lights up the frames, the pictorial history before my eyes.

Mother Nature’s breath, dances shadows of forest foliage
- with Father Suns refracted rays, his rainbow children,
his multi shaped Silhouettes, shadows of animated  still life  -
all throughout, permeating my four cornered room

as they sway, rock, weave, dance, crawl across my walls,
walls holding onto my history, my family’s history
as we look down upon me, me in games of solitaire.
As am I, and wonder why ?, there is no dance of life

in here, except from that which comes on light waves,
floating through – reflections of forest shadows,
refractions of light ( heavens rainbow children ) –
my living, dining room, my prison window.

( B. J. “A ” 2 )
May 3rd  2006

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Jaycee Cervenka March 11, 2015 at 6:08 PM This was a very interesting write. It went back and forth with a rhythm that was hypnotic in places as it raced from line to line, and then let you free fall, only to plummet into sadness/loneliness. It makes you think about where that life went. ((Sighs)) William J. Jr. Atfield March 11, 2015 at 8:55 PM Good evening Janet Cervenka : Thank you for the visit Janet, and thank you for the comments “ a very interesting write ”, “ a rhythm that was hypnotic in places ”, “ and then let you free fall, ”. Such an analytical appraisal of my stuff !, far beyond anything I conceived or perceived of my stuff. Thank you Janet !!! “ only to plummet into sadness/loneliness ” was not the intention my Dear, this I assure you. No sadness, just life, no loneliness Janet, just aloneness and I have to say that I have been a loner for most of my life. William J. Jr. Atfield March 11, 2015 at 8:54 PM Welcome to this site Janet, “ Therapy ” caught my eye, for I have been into psychology since me early teens, although seldom now. I can empathize with your portrayal of this subject for my brother / uncle has been going to them for more years then I care to recall and I have seen the truth in you poem . I have to admit that I did not see your vision of “ Springtime In Texas ” when I was there, ( December ) years ago. I see that you are or have been acquainted with sadness and loneliness “ Lost ”. You take good care Janet, and turn your ten into a hundred and ten !!! B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )