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.


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

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

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