Sun rises this morning
painting streaks of gold
through blue dye of sky
interrupted by cotton
While eating breakfast
my eyes are filled with
this magnificent painting
set in my frame of choice
As clocks push me forward
the world passes by in sound
and images in high speed
without noticeable motion
The afternoon shower
mixes all the days colors
into the sky dull and grey
reflecting on my surface
Here while the evening
turns on the lights bright
after diner pulls my eyelids
at the end of the day
'My reality on sunday' 2013 © Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem