My friend read my aura, saying I had a grey-purple aura, like the colour at the other end of the sky during sunrise, the one that's usually forgotten, but is the most important component. Aand I wrote this poem about it. enjoy.


Aura

I am the light at the edge of dawn,
the pale companion to the more compelling.
The almost-grey backdrop of beginings,
yeilding the canvas for the brighter shades
I am in everthing but only as a shadow.
I seek not the attention of the clouds,
nor give a silver lining
I exist for others,
offering my spine to the footsteps and smiles.
I am the frame of the picture
Just caught along the edges when focus is upon the centre.
I am there before the brightness,
pushed out of the way with no complaint.
I am there for those who chose to listen
beyond the edges of the flourished lines.
For those who look beyond the mainstage.
I don't mind obscurity.
I know my worth.
I know my place.





Poetry by Sparks
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Written on 2009-10-21 at 05:32

Tags Dawn  Pale 

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Joan Black
Magnificent style! Wonderful poem!

Language: 4
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2010-07-08


shells
Beautiful and interesting subject, loved your personal take on it, sometimes people see what you may not see yourself.
2009-10-21


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
how wonderfully undervalued you are
how self aware...
richard of york gave battle in vane
indeed :)
2009-10-21