Thursday, February 2, 2017

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


28 comments:

  1. Or have we gotten used to grey? Well written reflection

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  2. This 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!

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  3. can we wait for the sun to rise again
    its 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

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  4. I especially like the folding in of itself into origami cranes. Fantastic imagery.

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  5. I like your poem, how you've worked grey through to colour. Clever.

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  6. I have never heard grey described so exquisitely!!

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  7. Only in youth are things just black and white. Only with age do we come to know gray. Lovely write!

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  8. Wonderfully written. The world seems to have faded to shades of gray.

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  9. Ah, a little dark within light and a little light within dark=gray. I just read another poem with a line about a porpoise sky.

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  10. Ah, I feel as if we are in a grey time right now...waiting for the light to get through.

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  11. And 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.
    Beautifully penned. :-)

    -HA

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  12. There is so much to bring us down in the world. Let us all hope for brighter colours.

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  13. Perhaps, even before sunrise, we can find a light, one we turn on ourselves?

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  14. Your focus in grey is just stunning!

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  15. Love the gray color, and the turn in the last stanza is outstanding Audrey ~

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    1. I love this poem even on second reading....wow ~

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  16. Stunning.

    I especially like the opening line and the second stanza.

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  17. "Grey is the color of limbo sifting our lives on scales".
    I like the imagery of this line. I love the last stanza also...

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  18. This is an amazing piece, and though I sometimes think we should appreciate grey I do see the difficulty coping with ambiguity

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  19. I suppose grey can be depressing.

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  20. grey folds itself into
    origami cranes of death
    peace its only equivalent currency

    Beautifully deep!!

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  21. My journey through gray is on the wheels of questions. I once lived on absolutes, but I found the terrain unfriendly.

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  22. Love all that you say about "gray." Beautiful shades of gray.

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  23. Love the gray color, and the turn in the last stanza is outstanding Audrey ~

    ตารางคะแนน

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