A yellow chiffon sunset
buries itself,
particles of ash
rise in auburn sun-rays
like souls
flocking towards
white-light.
The stars- road-signs
in the vapour purple-blue pool break
of a new day,
point nowhere.
The Sky- a turquoise
shrine, haunted by
familiar voices
warnings we choose to ignore
afraid of facing
whatever's there
in our pasts;
our ghosts-
anchored to sin.
Stir in the air
and burn up
in the scarlet sun.

Comments
Silver Spun Sand | February 9, 2011 - 19:40
Hi there, Beeme. Another lovely poem;-)
Just a couple of small points. In stanza one, fifth line; 'like' souls' would be better than 'likes souls'. And in the penultimate stanza, fourth line, maybe 'warnings' instead of 'warning'. You could then dispense with 'which', only if you wanted to, of course. I.e.:-
'familiar voices
warnings
we choose to ignore'
By the way, I love,
'The sky - a torquoise
shrine...'
Beautiful imagery;-)
Much enjoyed.
Tina xx
Beeme | February 9, 2011 - 19:48
Thank you, I'm really glad you enjoyed :) I've changed the typos too :D Thank you for the compliment xx
fatboy74 | February 9, 2011 - 20:23
Beeme this is full of great stuff, really like it. My favourite line though 'road-signs in the purple-blue pool break of a new day' took me a few reads to get because of the set-up, but without changing the format of the whole poem I'm not sure what to do about that. The 'purple-blue pool break' which I think are four stressed syllables out of five is very unusual to see and hard to read but is actually a stroke of brilliance. What about:
The stars - road-signs
in the vapour purple-blue pool break
of a new day,
point nowhere.
Of course I could be reading it wrong and emphasising where you don't mean it to, in which case ignore me.
Really well done :-) (Just noticed this waffling on has led to the advice of me telling you to move just one word - i need to get my head out of my arse) :-)
Beeme | February 9, 2011 - 20:51
Thank you for such an in depth comment Fatboy, i've changed that line, I see what you mean. Thanks for the encouragement and compliments, glad you enjoyed :) and again your advise is highly regarded-the more waffling, the better ;)
Beeme xx
Highhat | February 10, 2011 - 05:45
Some beautiful imagery Beeme- I can't pick one line out because there are so many good ones.
;)Pia
seashore | February 10, 2011 - 09:41
Particularly like the last stanza, Beeme.
our ghosts-
anchored to sin.
Stir in the air
and burn up
in the scarlet sun
Lovely. x
Beeme | February 10, 2011 - 17:24
awwwh thank you so much Pia! :)
Beeme xx
Beeme | February 10, 2011 - 17:25
Thank you very much Seashore! Glad you enjoyed :) xx
rjnewlyn | February 10, 2011 - 23:30
I liked this very much. One of your best I think. As the others have said, the imagery is very powerful and effective.
Rob
RachelPatricia | February 11, 2011 - 10:56
The colours you've painted into this poem are so vivid and detailed, Beeme -
'A yellow chiffon sunset'
'vapour purple-blue pool break
of a new day,
'The Sky- a turquoise
shrine, haunted by
familiar voices
warnings we choose to ignore'
- a beautiful and inspired way of delivering a very ugly and awfully sincere warning - everyone should read this :)
Rachel xx
Beeme | February 11, 2011 - 11:29
Thank you Rob, really happy you enjoyed :)
Beeme xx
Beeme | February 11, 2011 - 11:33
Awwwh thank you so much Rachel! I'm really happy you enjoyed this one so much. Thanks for such compliments, means a lot xx
Beeme | February 15, 2011 - 08:37
Thank you for the cherry eds! x