10 PM Twelfth Poem: Bending Light

 

Pure light coursing through

unaware and bending light

arrays of color delight

 

Some are green some are blue

Some are of the right ‘hot’ hue

 

How are hue today

You just might say

Where’s your light bending

What kind’ve light you sending

 

Creating rows of spectrums

Marching to own drums

Oh I see it here it comes!

 

Do I need those 3D glass

Viewing rays as they pass

Do I just ignore

Wanting not to see more

 

Each unique in its own scale

Within the source and from the pale

Variegated they set sail

 

Mottled dappled flecked and pure

One endures

Arched and shapes born

Through lives upheld,  lives torn

 

Can you hear the call?

It’s time to view it all.