Light on Bricks

Light on bricks, the sun has hit them
Making them bright
Showing their hidden textures
Ruddy red, dull red and brown

Shining with cement blanched white
Rough-stone and hard each one
Give their own unique reflections
In the angled morning sun

One or two in the masses are black
And they gleam so beautifully
Shining a unique darkness
Giving a dull and quiet brilliance

Every wall in every street has bricks
And they are lost to the billions
As passing eyes do not see them
Their dazzling display unnoticed

Author's Note

‘To see beauty in the mundane is an appreciation of life’

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I started out being a straightforward writer, altho I've been trying to be less literal . . . so I do appreciate how your writing is mostly literal & straightforward. Your imagery is easy to visualize, given your description, & we can also easily grasp the analogy your image conveys. I love that we can be considered as if being made from bricks & how many of our bricks are totally overlooked or misunderstood. This is the strong core of your message. I still think you could do more word play, however. Just changing one word, here & there, can make all the difference. For example end of V2: "angled morning sun" is something we can all imagine . . . it's simple, it happens all the time. But if you changed it to "angled sun sparkles" . . . see how it's much more dynamic & uniquely stated? You could stand to have a little more fun with the words you choose. This is a process that happens as you read & write, falling in love with finding unexpected words, etc. I'm not saying this is a critique of this poem, but more that this is one way you can progress from here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

So true each is so unique - beauty only a close eye can see- whether light or dark each shines forth in its own unique way - wonderful way to see things🌹

[Chris Shaw]

There is beauty where you least expect to find it. All you have to do is look. I enjoyed your poem Leigh.

Chris

[Wyrn Tiger]

Omg, The bricks! They live! Oh wait, no the don't, bricks are unfeeling objects that everybody passes and you have a gift all writers posses. The ability to see the unseeable. To make objects come alive and that is the true gift of the writing mind

[Lori Brown Boniciolli]

Ah, but you noticed, and made them live!

Sincerely

Lori B

[lessa (kenzie)]

This is simply amazing, I really enjoyed the last stanza.

[Sami Khalil]

Very unique and dazzling to the senses. We see the reflection of things as we should see the reflection of light imanating from others. All humans are of one race but different color hues which they can contribute equally like the brick wall of society you share with us. Genius.

[Richard Man]

Each verse, it seems, is a brace of haiku.
Like two bricks laid side by side.
I love the light references.... illuminating the heavy.

[The Surreal Art Psychon..]

Whether I take it literally, or view it as a metaphor for fascinating but obscure people, I like it.

I believe you can trim away a few words without sacrificing any meaning. For example, the sun strikes the bricks, revealing hidden textures.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I enjoyed the logic of the words. I liked the places you described the bricks. Last lines is true. Thank you Leigh for sharing the amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote