the sum of all colors.
The beauty before you
is the atmosphere
scattering the shorter waves of blue
more than the longer red waves.
We see by subtraction,
as our eyes, more sensitive to azure,
fail to register the violet.
I wonder what we’re missing.
#smallpoemSunday
the sum of all colors.
The beauty before you
is the atmosphere
scattering the shorter waves of blue
more than the longer red waves.
We see by subtraction,
as our eyes, more sensitive to azure,
fail to register the violet.
I wonder what we’re missing.
#smallpoemSunday
until the light appears to reach out,
grasping for your troubled heart.
How can you not believe in heaven
when it believes in you
by simply showing up, day after day?
#smallpoemSunday
until the light appears to reach out,
grasping for your troubled heart.
How can you not believe in heaven
when it believes in you
by simply showing up, day after day?
#smallpoemSunday
drift past my field of vision
stretching breaking recombinant
puffs of vapor and dust
skimming along the jet stream
#smallpoemSunday
drift past my field of vision
stretching breaking recombinant
puffs of vapor and dust
skimming along the jet stream
#smallpoemSunday