monochrome bland

anne darling photography

the evening wraps me 
in thunderous echos 
of what once was 
guiding winds lead me 
to the tunnel of years 
‘tis true 
this is the true museum 
of unequaled cave paintings 
which can only be interpreted 
by multicolored velvety waves of memory 
but they dare not pass go 
or collect $200- even 
because in the here and now 
even savory multicolored memories 
are harshly converted 
to monochrome bland 

Reviews

[R.M.C]

A lovely write. Wonderfully used metaphors throughout. "even savory multicolored memories,
are harshly converted, to monochrome bland" what a very imaginative and exquisitely apt description. There are countless thoughts this can bring together into this one poem, from things like a very precious memory fading to serious problems such as Dementia. Though you may not have done this on purpose and many people might think little of it, I love the use of a 'cave' and Monopoly - something really old and something relatively new (long term memory and short term memory etc). A wonderful piece.

[Lydia Shutter]

R.M.C., your interpretation is super. I truly appreciate your review. Lydi**

[R.M.C]

No problem Lydi, glad to be able to read your work and express my thoughts.

[1VJ]

Captures the sentiment perfectly.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you. Lydi*

[Troy Henson]

Life can be so black and white and its a shame we dont see or have enough colour in it sometimes and we let the darkest times of our lives over shadow our most memorable colourful memories.

Nicely written Lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Troy. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

oh! it is so true! well said says i! beautiful work with personifications and metaphor .. (i have to keep using those terms so i actually remember what they are;) ... your poem is tightly wrapped in title and closing ... i think this is one that could easily be read in a published arena ..into my library it goes .. love it!
E.

[Lydia Shutter]

If only you were a publisher, my friend! :) Thank you so much for this wonderful review. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

i would in a flash!

[emmajoy]

Life is a kind of game, a buying and selling of emotion and action and.. well, Life. Good times result in days and nights full of colour and swaying moments, the making of memories. Bleak times are storms in the head, they imprison us in places where the price of escape can never be enough. Self hides in corners, pulling covers over thought, not even wanting freedom. it's wedged between slowly closing walls.

Have read your poem over and over until suddenly my words escaped. Must be that your words pushed a button for you, then - perhaps, lets free what so many need to shed. Strange remedy but face to face, we realise and then release.. so much ..

[Lydia Shutter]

I just love your reviews, Emma. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Oh love, does it seem over the top and reply that i just love your words. :) Keep smiling, lady.. tis good for the heart.

[Desert Knave]

It is strange how we "see" those colorful moments in our mind, sometimes bright and colorful, sometimes gray and colored by our own skepticism and cynicism and pain. (Love the Monopoly reference !). Nicely written. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jim....knew you would pick up on the Monopoly reference. Have a happy and safe holiday weekend. Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

You too. I actually wrote a poem earlier this week and am trying to write a challenge poem (so out of practice). Looking forward to fall and "writing weather".

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Lydia,

Wonderful, expressive words, complemented by the perfect image. And I must congratulate my friend Sheila Kline for her bang-on summary that completely captured the mood of your piece. It is truly hard, sometimes, to look back at the most cherished of memories and not be able to relive that joy. Sometimes dark moods o'er take us and we can see only shadows and the silhouettes of times past. It make us almost doubt that we have lived and doubt whether there is anything that will be bright in our future. The empty bench over a darkened pond in the picture is the perfect reflection of such moods.

My very best regards,

Rick

[Lydia Shutter]

Rick, I so appreciate your in depth review. Thank you. Yes, Sheila does capture the mood of the poem. She truly reads my words....so do you. Lydi**

[Neville]

Strewth Lydi, you sure have a way with words and I wish I could acquire just a flake of it....Another great write...... N x

[Lydia Shutter]

Don't sell yourself short, Neville! Thanks for the review. Lydi**

[Neville]

Pleasure, N

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... a blue monochrome
seascape... romantic overtures of
cave painting memories... truly an
escape from reality... truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Pat. Lydi**

[Sheila Kline]

Stabs a bit at the psyche - that monochrome bland which gives me cause to wince far too often. I am notably a "black and white" person so I can relate to your words. When we get in that frame of mind, it seems to stick those multicolored velvety waves of memory in a place where they aren't even worth an easy pass to get to the next stage of "make me feel better". Sadness, melancholy, memories of the past come crashing in and the band plays on.......but we just don't hear the notes of joy in the music.
Your words create excellent visuals-let's hope for that collage of a thousand colors to blot out the darkness and the too monochrome field of vision.
An excellent piece with perfect image to accompany your words - as always!

[Lydia Shutter]

Sheila thank you for truly feeling my words. When I wrote this, the world was very bleak....but fortunately I am able to pull myself out of the depths by writing when this happens. I appreciate your wonderful review. Lydi**

[Sheila Kline]

You are most welcome my friend! I refer to feeling better as "pulling myself back up by my boot straps", just the tug can be so dang hard to finish! I do understand!!

[bathtime]

I love your use of language. It's slightly out of the box, and I like that. I like your use of metaphors and imagery as well. Super well written. (:

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much. Lydi**