Green Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Through green grows blue, new inner space,
extending fresh expanse lends grace
through raindrop prism, sent to [t]race
light through the mind’s eye, interlace
emotions as transient instants interface
and thread a chain unchaining thought
all [k]new, blend, bubble free as image caught
by rainbow chase from here to hyperspace.

Each passing instant earth and sky
may bend to mend all difference, -
or yet to end indifference, -
to reach beyond speech, and to try
to find behind appearance why
the tribe retains for its defense
taboos of every sort and sigh,
of every kind unkind, intents intense
in memory which sees not sense,
although it seeks to spy.

Ideas profound are found to greener grow,
through blue, which, silent steals upon the mind
that, in return, replies in kind,
responds to stimuli to flow
into itself and spiral so.
An unseen tracer, felt, allies
the odds to metamorpho_size
the blue into itself as read through green: -

Prism feeds coloured thoughts to seed
itself and sate an ancient need
to photosynthesize
both earth and skies; -
surface difference denies,
defies who tries to categorize
each act as sun signed timely deed.

Blue Green, - what different disguise
may light waves don at photon size
to dive through the retinae.
Rod, cone, may give the nod as light supplies
insight unseen, sets scene [r]evolution’s tone,
to energize from brain to bone
the quantum leap into the great unknown.

The music of the spheres, - blue, green,
red, orange, yellow, violet sheen -
kaleid-escapes, collides or clones by chance.
Through random neurones ti[d]es advance,
shoot stretched synapses at a glance,
send sudden shivers down the spine
as arrow, quiver, bow combine
the seven sisters into white,
each tone tune merges, may unwind
or [th]ink an image, redefined
are endless day and night.

No need to pinpoint or align
precisely where land’s end meets sky,
no need precisely, then, to sign
unwary on the dotted line,
no need to know or to descry
precisely what to underline
to spend time testing wor[l]ds that pine
when overused, that meanings mine
or where misused, hear reason cry!
where treason buys an alibi
unfeeling, waiting just to w[h]ine
a drink from Life’s lees - which as dry
as desert sands at day’s decline
to jaded palettes seem, - bile brew.
No words where green and blue combine
as one from two as if on cue, devine
Eden beyond horizon’s line.
Tongue speechless, feelings wrung from coloured hue
as rung by rung the ladder’s climbed to c[li]me of sheer delight.
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Observe the robin’s flight when day
greets night rephrasing wrong and right,
p[l]ays back black, white, dawn’s interplay
grades harmonies unsung from grey
distinctions into laser bright
whose ruby eye Time’s boundary
may read, may screed, may feed, each I
uncrossed when crossed becomes each T
of TIme fed human misery
based on dimensions three.

Let fall false theory, leave behind
the trammels Time may spin to bind
to blood the spirit. Mind that mind
mind calls to set the spirit free.
Words wasted be whenever we,
who never knew defenses grew,
need no apology
to grow to twinned felicity a head.
Complicity, instead of blind by blind mislead,
blends rhapsody of green and blue
sends symphony where false from true is [b]led.