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Wondersmoke
by Richard ColinsonSomething had drawn them on to go
Down root crossed paths through trees
And over pools of still water
Holding the stretched reflections
Of distant amber lights
A ride worth paying for, they said
As they were sealed up
In the glassy compartments
With panoramic convex viewports
And comfortable upholstery
To wait for that moment
When they let them
Float up into the sky
Bumping bubbles rising in the night
The fragile reflective surfaces compounding
That purple wondersmoke
From the fireworks down below 02/08/2010 Posted on 02/08/2010
Copyright © 2025 Richard Colinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Defries on 02/09/10 at 06:07 AM This poem makes me feel as though I am "falling upwards". Intentional? Nice work! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/04/11 at 12:43 PM this piece reads to me like one of my former favorite past time activities. congrats on potd! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/11 at 03:24 PM I enjoyed this POTD! |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 05/04/11 at 10:43 PM ...as did I - congratulations! |
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