Color Me Fiery Red

Color Me Fiery Red

As a kid, expressive, creative, rambunctious, something of a wild card long into adulthood I loved vibrant Green-- for abundant life, for exuberant energy, vividly alive for beauty like in colors, emerald or jade,

for the natural world from creek to timbered woods behind our house on the edge of small Adams to verdant forest green glens of the Sierras, Sequoia, and Yosemite

But-- then, suddenly, unexpectedly, without conscious why; spontaneous, impulsively one day in middle life, I awoke not liking green anymore... viewing green instead as dull, insipid, sickening, repetitious, odd, over-done, humdrum...

Color me fiery Red--riveting, intense, striking sparks of light cardinal, crimson, scarlet burst into my eyes and consciousness —passionate, dazzling, blazing, heated, different...

as in exploding firework sky rockets, as pulsing red coals in a bonfire,

as an amazing psychedelic quilt by my sweetheart, like an Impressionistic painting, luminous, to ruby red lava in Hawaii’s volcano, fiery sunsets, and Utah’s red rock

Red forever

--Dan Wilcox

LightWaves

Way Light

Dropping doctrinal delusions,
Secular political ire,
Finite angled loss

And way too empty-full
Loaded historical
Backpack weighted-
Warring, dropped tonnage
Of endless weigh-lied syn-onymed
Carnaged Earth.

Leaving the fallen past,
Side-step jumping atheism's negation
Traveling instead up across
Waved light-weighed
Heaven-reaching,
Ever rising,
Ascending

Spiraling
Upward
Burnished
Jesus-following
Daybreak-lightning
Dawned
Skywalk.


--Daniel Wilcox
First pub.
in The Mindful Word

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Retina Shadow

The blinding resplendent brilliant
Blaze of sun-firing
In the translucent window at the 'peak' of our old stairs,
Lighting to my eyes glaring defects
In the polished stairstep well-walls.

And afterward, for an hourglass,
The irised rectangle of remembered light

Luminous shining
Like an euclidic spirit in front of my vision.

The 'optic mystic' nerve gleam
Of photoreceptors

Turned into images in my mind
As I trudge through our hectic scurry of my hour'd-day,

That brilliance of aperture at the cosmic center
Blaze-blinding
Me, this muddled primate

In this pit-caved depression
Of emptiness, and not.

Now allegorizing—

Yes,
The after-shadowed light of One
Far brighter
Than nature's harsh survivor’d death glare
Or the gray-dusted rituals of our
Cultures of shame;

Look, not to this dark, delusioned cavern,
But to the sun-resplendent

Transcendent GOOD

Oh, such after-glowed
Radiance!


-Daniel Wilcox
First pub. by
The Greensilk Journal



In the LIGHT,

Daniel Wilcox