Lavender

by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Quixotic.chick via Flickr

Through particulate waste sent aloft, long rays from our star transform pale translucent sky, making blush and fire in the feathers there – lavender here, where my eyes linger. Where thicker vapor traps light, grayer shadows lie in strata echoing the sadness in the sky that sparks this. But I see sculpture, think in paint, want this to be beautiful, so it is.

Written down in colory words, my record, in fear of brushes that change what I see into wanting images that won’t inspire, fails, but in a descending glint not unlike the pastel sunsets born from my city’s mistakes.

 The prompt was my fixation on the lavender in my view of a sunset through a train window.

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