The Sunday Muse #182
The shades ,
Tinged with
Many greys are
Carved in the psyche
Inked in darkness
And a bit of righteousness
A pandemic
Shuttles inbetween them
Harvesting thoughts
Deeped in ivy blue.
The shades,
Are capable of
Pushing over the cliff
In phases,
Sometimes they
Rain rainbows
To balance the moods.
Hey Sunita! Happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteI like how you used shade and grey so well in your metaphor here Sunita! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWow- this is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThat panedemic is threaded through everything. And it will be with us a while yet.
ReplyDeleteIt's a fine line that we all walk every day, but that line has seemed awfully thin for an awful long time. Good write, Sunita.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for the rainbows.
ReplyDeleteThe rainbow motif fits the shattered glass of the image. Brilliant
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💜love
This is gorgeous--a lovely gothic evocation.
ReplyDeleteLove pulling all the colors together in the end and it's raining rainbows!
ReplyDeleteYou gave the image a perfect voice, using the shades of the image itself.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of shades, a delicious poem!
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