Open a sunrise, once

rollin slow thee highroad, th'low
sweet to see
yr fine words agin, lass

so glad to have some words for you to see, saxxman. thank you for rollin by. [:

that's some serious poetry Jesta. Truly magnificent, thought provoking, musical and fantastically penned.

ophie! it's good to see you browsing about the pages here, miss. many thanks for seeing the music. [:

so pleased to have you stop by, Gabriel... it's been such a long time since i've been here, it seems. thanks for the welcome back. [:

I love the initial play of tones you create with the title "Sunrise" which evokes a palette of colors but you make the poems impact so focused by using black, white, and shades of grey for the metaphors. The sole inclusion of color with the salmon pink seems to suggest more weight to that solitary item. Intriguing.

The content of the poem was a lovely description of moments of the subject's life, maybe moments of clarity, of seeing things without the outside noise of other things.  The oneness of being oneself.

and you! so glad you got that contrast between the title colours and the greyscale content. it's always a joy to see people really read and take something from a write for themselves, so thank you, sincerely for that joy. it's been a while for me. [:

white sheets can't be lonely, right?

my honest critique (on your wonderful proem) would be to see how it looks without the commas.

if you're gonna go without punctuation do it all the way.

beetee dub missed yr pomes

'eeey, THM, it is a treat to see your eyes. [:

i'll take them out, maybe just use line breaks instead, or... *gasp* run-ons, and let the reader do the breaks...! thanks for checking in and leaving me something to do. [:

(i find your pomes. yeah. in a creepy way.)

Silent white sheets never sounded so good. Put it in a different category and put everyone else to shame 😁

ah, well... i suppose i could have been more creative with the category, but then, you know, can't get ya'll's expectations too high. [:
thanks so much for rolling through my end of town. [:

black&white, not-so-silent poetry. beauty blossoming in the garden of her eyes...

she shuts it out in favour of the b&w. keeps it simple like that, i guess. glad you saw some pretty there, JFed. thanks for the comment. [:

"She smokes sonnets
drinks nicotine from old doubts
dreams James Dean
to her fingertips in silent black
under lonely white sheets" - Best thing I've read on here in a long time.
Great job!  

muchly appreciate your reading; there are some really great pieces and bits of pieces around DU... glad you found a bit here. [:

i like, i enjoyed, re reading the work is a treat and definitely necessary.

well thank you, person i haven't read yet [:
i appreciate your taking the time to work the poem out. really do. and i look forward to reading you [:

Top notch

gracias, bob. [:

All I feel is the essence of silence.peace., like in a deep trance, devoid of the outer harshness. Handled excellent with the use of greys n whites n black,  colours as a whole taken to your theme's revelation. Makes me wonder what obsession poets have as such with colours n the many other sensory things employed in words.
Had been a distant admirer of your poetry ever, this first time coming out. Of late,  ur pieces,  esp. in the arena comp,  spells more of introspective peace flowing within. Aww..Could keep adding more, but nothing constructive to ur perfection here. Tq fr the read n love to read u more:)

truly delighted to see you here, and so very glad you came out to say you're reading. i've only just started using my writing muscles again recently, so it's comforting to know there are still people about who appreciate the exercise. ahh, peace... i do like it. [:

thank you much for the kudos; i'm looking forward to reading more of you as well. [:

Raw and vivid ... this was so, so edgy. Wow.