The colors of the sky
They vary, so wild
One base color
A light, calm blue
O what a wonderful hue
We are all someone's child
And at one point or another, we all cry
The other colors of the sky
I know not why
But there are so many
Things moving, fast as the spinning of a penny
Purple, yellow, orange, green,
Red, pink, white, blue, black,
Electric blue, maroon, indigo,
Violet, scarlet, gold, navy,
Aqua, mint, burgundy,
Fusha, midnight, cream,
Neon pink, neon green,
Neon blue, neon yellow,
Any and all colors you can think of
Moving up there, before my eyes
I tell no lies
These shapes, lines, and things I see
O, how can they be?
Somewhat faded
Some more pronounced
They came in, unannounced
It looks like some faraway place was raided
And the loot was spilled into the sky
I know not why
But it simply is
Circles, squares, rectangles,
Squiggling lines, moving all about
Things that resemble amoebas
Looking almost like oil and water mixed on a sidewalk
About this strange thing, I could talk
For so long
Is it so wrong?
Something so wonderful and obscure
If there were one, I would not want a cure
Some see them
As I do
It appears to be a field with a gem
Up above me
But what about you?
- Jay M
February 5, 2020
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
The colors of the sky
They vary, so wild
One base color
A light, calm blue
O what a wonderful hue
We are all someone's child
And at one point or another, we all cry
The other colors of the sky
I know not why
But there are so many
Things moving, fast as the spinning of a penny
Purple, yellow, orange, green,
Red, pink, white, blue, black,
Electric blue, maroon, indigo,
Violet, scarlet, gold, navy,
Aqua, mint, burgundy,
Fusha, midnight, cream,
Neon pink, neon green,
Neon blue, neon yellow,
Any and all colors you can think of
Moving up there, before my eyes
I tell no lies
These shapes, lines, and things I see
O, how can they be?
Somewhat faded
Some more pronounced
They came in, unannounced
It looks like some faraway place was raided
And the loot was spilled into the sky
I know not why
But it simply is
Circles, squares, rectangles,
Squiggling lines, moving all about
Things that resemble amoebas
Looking almost like oil and water mixed on a sidewalk
About this strange thing, I could talk
For so long
Is it so wrong?
Something so wonderful and obscure
If there were one, I would not want a cure
Some see them
As I do
It appears to be a field with a gem
Up above me
But what about you?
- Jay M
February 5, 2020
I see weird shapes and squiggles in the sky when I look up at it. Is that weird? Someone told me it could be a stigma with my eyes, or something like that. Hope you enjoy. Might edit this, to make it feel more...able to be grasped, but not exactly. Ah, the joys of writing.
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