Magenta is the Word
The Morgue File
by photoholic
sometimes home fades on the lips
minds travel far distances to whisper
about nuanced colors
such as magenta
on days when the sky turns black
not all roads lead to home.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016
Not sure where this cam from as I tend to love home. But maybe I didn't always.
Posted for Poets United Mid-Week
ah those stormy days of life; with hope and a little faith the storms eventually pass
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I love the experience in color...this piece breathes. Inspiring.
ReplyDeletemaybe home is that mixture of colors. I have to added color's memories to "Home".
ReplyDeleteYes, I guess we all think of home in colors sometimes. And magenta seems to paint those memories just right.
ReplyDeleteThis literally left me breathless...!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope that is a good thing!
DeleteSo true...not all roads do lead home. We have to keep searching, I think, for those that do.
ReplyDeleteThat's very well written... a little gem of a poem.
ReplyDeleteI resonate with this, Audrey....not all roads lead home. Thank heavens there are many roads.
ReplyDeleteWise words - not all roads lead home and sometimes one needs to follow the path to their place of heart.
ReplyDeletemagenta is the home in the dark...love the wish for it...& the close gives another dimension to this gem Audrey...
ReplyDeleteThat is the beauty of letting your mind dictate the writing without reference to your own situation but by being creative in you observation of life and your own interpretation of words.
ReplyDeleteBecause your photo referenced The Morgue File, I read this as being about someone dying in an accident on the way home. Probably not your intention, but it still seems to me a possible interpretation. It's a haunting, beautiful poem anyway. (And I love magenta!)
ReplyDeletebeautiful. loved it.
ReplyDeleteI love the contrast in this!
ReplyDeleteExquisite, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteI love everything about this poem, Audrey, especially the nuanced way in which it says so much. I have come back several times now to read and re-read it.
ReplyDeleteThat opening line is like a treasure caught in the memory at night..i am glad it didn't wriggle away - as all the best thoughts seem to - it feels it took you where it wanted and how wonderfully that turned out
ReplyDeleteVery striking. I love "home fades on the lips" - and more!
ReplyDeleteAh, home. And sometimes roads lead to new homes.
Love the way in which you used the nuances of color to express those nebulous - though oh-so-poignant and evocative - head spaces we find ourselves in ... "such as magenta on days when the sky turns black." Whew! Awesome writing, Audrey!
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