Bleeding Sunshine

clouds gather

Bleeding Sunshine

A small gate of imagination
Confusion into a veer of words & sounds
Weather grows blank
and the darkness of sunshine bleeds
out of the heavens
I am of this blood
wondering around the edges of souls
There is more here than I can imagine
I feel the sunshine in bullet's fashion strike my head!

Fallen, I here the rise calling, but I linger in my new bed.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the last line...i felt those shots...
such a great paradox in this...sunshine bleeds out of the heavens...yes.

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Good job! I never look for meaning because these poems write themselves.

Regards,
Al

[Srchaud]

So my take on this peom is about an angel falling from heaven,
There mind is small as they are built only to serve. They are the blood of heaven yet come to see man or earth-the edge of souls.
The angel sees there is more to man then they imagined. The angel called back to heaven decides to linger awhile and see what happens.
I like poems that make you think a bit.