Climbing the Stairs

I find myself here, sitting on the floor,
all red and bleeding, pouring desire;
   yet I know in this life there’s more,
   there’s so much on the floors higher.
I’ll just sit still and climb the spinal staircase
   and explore all the different shades.
Rooms with sacral orange sexuality,
and solar yellow expansion of grace.
   To garden green fields at the heart
   and blue talk of reality.
In the indigo attic things are dark,
   until its window’s curtains part,
letting light lift sight to the violet peak,
   where a thousand petals rain peace.

Re: Climbing the Stairs

I like how you weave the feeling of ascension with the different colours of the chakras.  Thank you!

Re: Climbing the Stairs

Thank You!

:~{)>

it may have been a bit much
for an introductory class opener,
especially since it was the one that i presented,
but the assignment was to 'write a poem about a room
 … that contains things that represent your interests and obsessions.'

there's been some revision since this post, the latest is here