Grey
today is grey overcast rainy
a day without sunshine a day in may a day of grey
a dove is grey calling for morning...mourning...
a mouse is grey as he sits in the shadows
of the house
many birds are grey sometimes hard to tell apart
grey is the color of my true love’s eyes
grey is often the shadow of brightly colored things
songs can be grey
a mood can be grey
a memory can be grey
grey holds everything only holds it a little lighter
Note: I selected this poem blindly. I first posted it on May 23, 2014, the day after my Son's last birthday, still alive, but sick. I was just beginning to know the meaning of my greatest pain.
9 comments:
Thank you for sharing this annell... as you say it's even darker when read again... the sense of anticipating what was coming... at the same time, often grey is comforting I think... there are so many shades between the almost white to black.
I specially love this part: grey is often the shadow of brightly colored things
A very moving personal share ~
I do so enjoy this. I especially love: grey holds everything only holds it a little lighter. So very sad.
Things were grey then, about to get much darker, as you lived through your greatest pain. A beautiful and sad poem, Annell. I, too, really like "grey holds everything / only holds it a little lighter."
Beautifully emotive..
Oh Annelle, I am so very very sorry for your loss.
"Grey holds everything. Only a little lighter." Such a profound statement. And even more profound to look back, after our darkest hour.
You make it palpable to us...the poem shows strengh in love. :)
You make it palpable to us...the poem shows strengh in love. :)
Interesting, because grey seems to be between darkness and light, and you are going through something so painful. I hope you get to experience light when you write.
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