Refracting, it alters
Disbanded,tripped inside
Cleaved light in Opal
Shines, creating awe
Against a pale background.
# Free Verse
Linked to;dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting with the theme of birthstones.
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Journey 
Its beautiful 🙂
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Anything but..
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anything but???
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It simply means not at all.
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that i know. do u think i am that dumb??. but what are u referring to??
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You said it’s beautiful, I’m implying it’s not.
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oh. now i actually feel your presence. i dont know how to react to it. but i am relieved you are back to your old self.
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Was I someone else?
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I dont know. Forget it.
How r u ??
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So glad you participated in the prompt! It’s been interesting to see the different reactions to their birthstone word. When I read poetry, I respond to it personally — and sometimes I connect with it, past the writer’s intentions…if that makes sense. Many times folks do that with my posts as well. I guess I figure that’s a good thing since the reader is engaged. So when I look at your title here, and see that you’ve written about the opal….I think of it as you looming above, looking down on this birth stone. It refracts the life…(hmmmm sometimes experiences we’ve had refract the light, who we are and who we’ve been). To me the opal has different layers to it and that’s what I’m feeling here. The pale background sits somewhere within the opal and we see it from there. Don’t know if I’m making sense here but somehow I feel the opal within your words. I also find it interesting that you’ve capitalized “Opal” as if to personify it…make it something more than a mere stone. Well, there you have it. You certainly have me engaged in your words, and that’s a good thing! 🙂
Happy Wednesday to you!
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Happy Wednesday to you too. I like your perspective better than mine. Glad you could stop by. And thanks again for commenting.
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I like the idea of awe on a pale background.
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Interesting verse…
I ‘sense’ the opal here.
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Awe on pale background… I feel the opal is almost like the poem by Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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I like this. The cleaved light is very much how I see opals. I wonder why you insist that the poem isn’t beautiful—it is to me.
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Welcome back, Sight. I hope your return means that you are feeling better.
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A tad bit better, How are you Sensei? Jim is still thinking I don’t have a website Haha..
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I liked your choice of words: disbanded, tripped, cleaved. They are unexpected and unsettling.
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Opals are interesting to me, because of the story of those mined in Australia’s Coober-Pedy, where the miners live underground and much of the city is built underground because the surface temperatures are unbearable! Good read.
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I’m reading this as if it’s about a person with an alter ego or split personality, someone separate from everyone else (unreachable, but nice to look at from a distance). My favorite part is the word “tripped.” Like a tripped wire. Dangerous and destructive. The pale background makes me think this person is beyond the pale, body in a coffin, dead. Maybe a metaphor.
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A looming spirit.
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