colorblind
Morgue File
Lauramusikanski
grey is the color of limbo
sifting our lives on scales
where sand has no meaning
grey is the color of sin
left out in the snow
too long to know its shape
grey folds itself into
origami cranes of death
peace its only equivalent currency
can we wait for the sun to rise again
its light, a mitigation
a blurring of color
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2017
Posted for Poets United Pantry and for dVerse OLN
Or have we gotten used to grey? Well written reflection
ReplyDeleteThis is an incredible piece - the last stanza: so layered and nuanced and loaded, it almost compels you to roll it around for a time - perhaps in a quest for the answer. Another awesome write, Audrey!
ReplyDeletecan we wait for the sun to rise again
ReplyDeleteits light, a mitigation a blurring of color
Giving in on an opportunity, for it to recover with the help of an underlying power! It will only seem fair!
Hank
lovely write!
ReplyDeleteI especially like the folding in of itself into origami cranes. Fantastic imagery.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, how you've worked grey through to colour. Clever.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard grey described so exquisitely!!
ReplyDeleteOnly in youth are things just black and white. Only with age do we come to know gray. Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written. The world seems to have faded to shades of gray.
ReplyDeleteAh, a little dark within light and a little light within dark=gray. I just read another poem with a line about a porpoise sky.
ReplyDeleteAh, I feel as if we are in a grey time right now...waiting for the light to get through.
ReplyDeleteAnd solemn and grey is the tone of this verse too. I like how it is layered and the progression from one image to another is exactly how it should be done.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned. :-)
-HA
There is so much to bring us down in the world. Let us all hope for brighter colours.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, even before sunrise, we can find a light, one we turn on ourselves?
ReplyDeleteYour focus in grey is just stunning!
ReplyDeleteLove the gray color, and the turn in the last stanza is outstanding Audrey ~
ReplyDeleteI love this poem even on second reading....wow ~
DeleteGreat read!
ReplyDeleteStunning.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the opening line and the second stanza.
"Grey is the color of limbo sifting our lives on scales".
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery of this line. I love the last stanza also...
This is an amazing piece, and though I sometimes think we should appreciate grey I do see the difficulty coping with ambiguity
ReplyDeleteI suppose grey can be depressing.
ReplyDeletegrey folds itself into
ReplyDeleteorigami cranes of death
peace its only equivalent currency
Beautifully deep!!
can we wait? ~
ReplyDeleteMy journey through gray is on the wheels of questions. I once lived on absolutes, but I found the terrain unfriendly.
ReplyDeleteStunning imagery.
ReplyDeleteLove all that you say about "gray." Beautiful shades of gray.
ReplyDeleteLove the gray color, and the turn in the last stanza is outstanding Audrey ~
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