colours

[MystyrMystyry]

It's raining colours today
Up and down the street
Watercolour washes
Dripping at my feet

Gushing along the gutters
Down drainpipes and windows
Spattering the rooftops
Puddles of bright rainbows

Trees look like they're melting
And streetlights iridescent
Clothes deep with saturation
The flowers influorescent

The ducks swim in the pond
Ducking for their breakfast
An explosion of ripples
Under a multi-colour cloudburst

Lots of colours in the air today
And the grass is wet and sparkly
Wish it was colours without the wet
As I cower here so darkly

[YesNo]

I liked the idea of "painting the town read" followed by "watching it dry".

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks YesNo :)

That was one of the ones that you might write at 4am when you suddenly awake unexpectedly for some reason, and, well, it seemed like a groundbreaking idea at the time...

Anyway, major update!

[DATo]

I liked this. Unlike most poetry today I can at least understand what you are trying to say ... and you said it well.

[Jerrybaldy]

It's lush MM. You have always had a unique voice.

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks DATo! :)

[MystyrMystyry]

Thanks JB! :)

It came from within - my usual inspiration, though in this case it was 99 percent desperation!

The first one I put up, as sort of explained to YesNo, was not so 'lush' (though I'd just say I like to - or try to - put in a little extra just in case a re-reading occurs and there's a little extra to discover that one's headspace or time limitations, or whatever mightn't've allowed for the first time round)

In fact it was completely dry, had no sense of freedom - I can't tell you what it was, just that I was actually still asleep but not actually asleep, or something.

Anyway YesNo commented on it, and I suddenly woke up proper!

It was dreadful, it was dire, it even disgusted me!

How can I inspire others if I produce crap like that? I couldn't, and I was in total contradiction of my own philosophy, the reason I joined LitNet in the first place, but bang! There it was on the screen, and I couldn't just delete it and leave nothing in place because that's even more frustrating, in my experience, when I'm late to the party.

So I wrote a stanza, then another. About thirty minutes later, hardly any time to proof-read it through I posted, and, having just read it back and with the distance of time so it feels like someone else may have writ it, yeah, I can confidently agree, it's definitely not my worst.

Thanks again everyone! :)