Color is the music, music is the color.
Stars are its melody, twinkling each note like a chime.
Always in tune, always in line.
They are your eyes as they are mine.
A churning mix of paint,
never changing,
always turning,
as our orbit takes its daily course.
This colorful piece of bitter chocolate we call Earth.
Random stuff.
1 comment:
The first stanza, about color, seems to struggle a bit. I don't really know what it's trying to say, and the "they" on the last line, in order to get what it meant, I had to reread the first line.
But the second stanza is Fabulous! Beautiful! I love it. The rhythm in the second is more appealing and smooth than the one in the first. I like this idea that the Earth is a piece of bitter chocolate. This second stanza is very poetic, thought provoking stuff.
I think one reason the second stanza works better (or it does in my opinion) is because the second stanza present images to the reader's mind, such as "a churning mix of paint," whereas the first stanza doesn't and so it's harder to wrap my mind around. :)
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