I walked into a room
I turned on three lights
Each was connected to the next
And each was connected to a single switch.
The darkness of the room held fast
Against the will of the lights
It whispered faintly in response
To the protests of the gleam
Wrought of solidarity.
I walked into a room
I turned on three lights
And each was connected to the next.
The walls recoiled in agitation
Earthen hues and pallid texture
Ached to elude the song of luster
Dense shades of darkness breathed
Lightly into thirsty widths
Gaping, reaching, grasping.
I walked into a room
And I turned on three lights.
The ceiling sighed beneath its weight
Borne upon its ageless spans
Wisdom sang and bent the darkness
And carried with it elegance
Symmetry and consonance
A symphony of common hues
And each was connected to the next.
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Too much symbolism can kill you. Why not speak of life as life is, or are you showing parallels between different aspects of life? If so you should make it known in a manner that is a little clearer. Other than that, nice work.
ReplyDeleteIsn't life just a wandering layer of patterns woven upon patterns sparkling murkily from the threads of inane symbolism? Why find a message when all we have is optimism or despair-- or a confused mix of the two.
ReplyDeleteThere really isn't any symbolism here. I was just personifying a room. It's pretty basic.
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