Spectrums Of... Poem by Red O'Mara

Spectrums Of...



I have been blessed with things

come to me

from beyond the curve of Earth.

Things?

Light. Warmth.

Yes, of course.

But then Darkness. Coolness..

Yes, dark follows light.

Warmth cools, as does…

What?

Passion.

How?

I have heard it.

Heard?

Whispered. Loud, soft, hard.

Now?

No, not now.

Perhaps you dreamed.

Perhaps I did.

Thursday, May 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 11 May 2017

A dramatic monologue or may be a probing introspection. Loved reading it. Thanks.

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Red O'Mara

Red O'Mara

Melbourne Australia
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