The Red Rabbit

Across from this municipality by the bay

I silently stand here

Looking deeply upon the open waters

Currents that make there way

Beyond the moon reflecting tide

The colourful lights....

Stillness drowns, the sounds all around

What a pretty montage, the skyline seems

Before my searching eyes, these images....

Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind

This quietness of floating, through time 

With these metal laced wings

Weighing my spirit, to this place! 

Caught within a world that I have never belonged....

But oh how it looks so lovely

Such portraits upon the wall

Except for these ones here

In black pearl frames; blank....

Center stage; as they stare back at me

Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves

On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea

Towards the glitter and the dreams

In the nighttime....You stand there?

Until one day you finally find

Reality....

Is but an illusion

Played amid varied and disappearing shells

This flicker of light; this vapor of sight

Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades

Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....

These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair 

With invisible brush strokes; charcoal

Splattered upon this absorbing canvas

The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease

Clingling shawls....

Turning bright to bitter red

While the concerto plays on, its joyous song

And metal laced wings, fall from me

Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides

As poison basted water lilies....
   
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling

Pointing to all their pretty pictures

Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs

Hung their veils....

Upon the black pearl frames; blank

Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all

As the splash of fallen things, fell; set my soul free

A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away

While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city 

Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue

Now rising....

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The Red Rabbit!?
        


Note: This is not aimed at anyone in particular; surely not humanity!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Hilliker Avatar
November 7, 2010 at 10:52 AM
A beautifully descriptive piece you have penned. Nicely done.
Davis Avatar
October 1, 2010 at 2:56 PM
U have a great talent for symbolic imagery. I prefer a more obvious approch for mine, but I luv the challenge of reading yours. VERY well written! Anotha 7!?!
Marcum Wong Avatar
August 21, 2010 at 7:19 PM
Wow! Your poem transported me to another realm where the red rabbit possibly lives John. I kind of had the feeling of being in the presence of the artist Virginia Lee. A truly magnificent piece! Aloha, Connie
R Avatar
August 15, 2010 at 8:19 AM
I've been very sad lately, I had some problems, but I can draw a shy smile on my face knowing that I have a friend like you here at Poetry Soup! Sweet kisses for you, Emily
R Avatar
August 15, 2010 at 8:18 AM
My dear John, I'm so sorry I haven't been online lately to look upon your beautiful poems, but I hope you know that you're in my favs and every free time I have I spend it reading your amazing poems. Thank you for your lovely comments. I really like the feeling I get when I read you. Unfortunately, the feelings in my latest poems are not just fictional but true...Cont:)
Devonshire Avatar
August 14, 2010 at 7:04 AM
Awesome use of imagery to convey your thoughts, John. What a talented writer you are! The thought of fireflies with sharpened fangs is so eerie. There is a surreal quality that adds depth to your poem. Excellent work! Love, Carolyn
Chachere Avatar
August 13, 2010 at 5:50 PM
there is so much wonder & beautiful fantasy in your write, John. the imagery & colors is incredible. your very deep poems always have its own imagination & reality within them. and you can feel the vibes you give off in your words as well. the red rabbit..something to wonder about here.(: ~Always&Forever Lynette
Bloomsfield Avatar
August 13, 2010 at 5:17 PM
I remember this beauty John,beautiful!Celene.
Del Fierro Avatar
August 12, 2010 at 12:09 PM
Thank you for your earlier comments,my time sometimes can be a bit restrictive...i can relate to a phrase above,there are times i feel like i've never belonged here,and yet,isn't it such a beautiful world...hard too imagine,with a human sense,anywhere more beautiful...maybe thats part of our being,the yearning of the soul to return to perfection,as we endure the chaos....peace to you my friend , jay
Mehta Avatar
August 12, 2010 at 8:55 AM
Well expressed thoughts on the red rabbit
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