Monochrome

Memories of when  
time itself was left curtailed;
the neurological pathway derailed
disjointed collections of moments
the remains of another life contained
like crystal clear components
that built a honeycomb
for monochrome bees
from broken homes.

The defiant silenced
by stolen snapshots
woven in between
the glow of her brilliance 
and the blaze of her radiance 
her cape of accidental rainbows
like the forgotten colours
of painted dreams left out to dry
and the midnight sun 
drained by the bitter taste 
of late last goodbyes.

The unfulfilled testimony 
now on its own trajectory
summoned from depths of history
fades once again into nothing more 
than a fruitless distant memory.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The after effect you put in this verse...and the way the last several lines give this read...with the rhyme --- put in there I believe for added measure:

the unfulfilled testimony
now on its own trajectory
summoned from depths of history
fades once again into nothing more
than a fruitless distant memory.

I will get back at these works in the morning...getting late here on my island...of the Philippines...and my astigmatism is acting up again...making it harder to read...good so far...good night...

[Lorriman]

Good point Glen. I agree. The last 5 lines should be a stanza on its own, not as the whole. Duly changed and noted in comments. Cheers