1. Violet Light

It starts with light that slowly parts the dark
to separate beginnings’ night from day,
almost invisible, a slender arc
across the universe that seems to play.

While stroboscopic pulse expands with force
and tears the veil of nothingness apart,
creation must maintain its tireless course
for Tenebrae and nascent light to part.

No human then to watch that splendid sight,
no trace, no photograph, no movie shot;
we’re left to imagine the blinding might
of worlds appearing suddenly from nought.

One may call it a boson or a quark,
the mauve of sky is born from primal spark.

2. Indigo Sky

The mauve of sky is born from primal spark,
from sudden blast of heavenly wind gust,
its vastness boundlessly devoid of mark
but for those specks of stars’ galactic dust.

Though one may doubt about its sacred source,
it’s sure this accidental universe
expands as fast as some wild flying horse
in its fierce race, a beauty to observe!

Each speck of light that travels through the sky,
each planet orbiting that special sun
could be the place where newborn life came by,
but this here Terra was the chosen one.

Here turning through indigo sky, so free,
a planet features that deep blue of sea.

3. Blue Ocean

A planet features that deep blue of sea
where maybe life would sprout, expand on earth,
but it could take millennia to see
the first of humans show their thinking worth.

This place where dormant cells are waiting to
arouse to birth, transform into the mush
that floats about, awaiting ocean blue
to feed its rise, in ebb-and-flow’s swift gush.

Then water parts around a naked mound,
another one, more mountains, hills and vales,
as oceans pushed by volcanoes give ground
some space to carve its prehistoric tales.

And only then can nature, fresh with glee,
awake and prosper to green field and tree.

4. Green Fields

Awake and prosper to green field and tree—
that takes so long, but nature does her best
to offer us ‘a clover and one bee’,
a crisp expanse of grass from East to West.

Preparing slow to bloom in morning dew
one leaf, one twig, one fresh bud at a time,
it sows and grows, and gently makes it through,
intent, from tropical to frozen clime.

As green invades the earth and blooms unfold
and species thrive of wingy buzzing guests
who pollinate the grains of harvest’s gold,
some visitors come crawling, on a quest.

But then they stand; and now it has begun:
mankind’s long walk beneath the yellow sun.

”To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee” ~ Emily Dickinson

5. Yellow Sun

Mankind’s long walk beneath the yellow sun,
from Africa to places faraway,
while growing, gleaning strength along the run
and building tales of power and dismay,

along the tricky tracks of warmth and frost,
of fights and victory, and learning how
to pay the price of evolution’s cost,
is one of struggling conscience on the go.

But hope sings stronger than the wailing rain,
than hurricanes or thirsty desert sand;
it walks migrating paths, ignoring pain,
and scatters seedlings round the world, unplanned.

Man celebrates due thanks in orange fun,
as seasons bring delight in things well done.

6. Orange Fun

As seasons bring delight in things well done
and modern comfort makes life more serene
it’s tempting drifting from intent to none,
as daily walk from bed to fridge to screen

feels like an easy stroll, with all cares tossed.
The need to find subsistence every day,
the discipline of ‘work then fun’ long lost,
some humans simply sleep their life away.

From Halloween to Christmas Night and more,
they live for pleasure and sweet holidays—
while kings and business leaders go to war,
the lazy crowds let bullies own the place.

Then all that’s left is silent moral shames,
but men have always loved to play with flames.

7. Red Flames

But men have always loved to play with flames,
with dangers and the rush that comes from fear,
from awe, from admiration and acclaims—
they would do anything when pushed by cheer.

So red like hell might be their final games,
as rockets boldly fly from East to West,
while leaders call each other naughty names
and tweet barbaric words in fierce contest.

Perhaps some brilliant scientist will build
a vessel to escape before the storm,
where humans would be safe, that will be filled
with all who hope for peace and future warm.

They will observe rebirth from that new ark—
It starts with light that slowly parts the dark.

8. Rainbow (Reprise)

It starts with light that slowly parts the dark
while stroboscopic pulse expands with force.
The mauve of sky is born from primal spark,
though one may doubt about its sacred source.

A planet features that deep blue of sea,
this place where dormant cells are waiting to
awake and prosper to green field and tree,
preparing slow to bloom in morning dew.

Mankind’s long walk beneath the yellow sun
along the tricky tracks of warmth and frost,
as seasons bring delight in things well done,
feels like an easy stroll, with all cares tossed.

But men have always loved to play with flames
so red like hell might be their final games.

Created by Jo Elle writing as FrenchGirl on Allpoetry
November, 2017

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