straight to the top

by Robert Filos / November 28th, 2021

soft opalescent clouds
fly, floating canopies
dropping cool air on dark skin
bubbles of fluffy smiles
as the blooming sounds
of the rainbow tickle
at ears once closed
deaf, now alive
silky notes of colors gleaming
full, the circle shining
at the Ferris wheel’s apex
past and that ahead play out below
in Stradivarian sounds streaming
rays of sunbeams heal
and moonbeams nourish
the spinning top
has stopped

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at rfilos63@gmail.com. Read other articles by Robert.

This article was posted on Sunday, November 28th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.