A Tinge Of Orange Among The Gray

A Tinge of Orange Among the Gray

A tinge of orange among the gray,

A grotesque ditch, a violent fray.

The rising smoke, the blue-green bay;

“It’s all in the past!” that’s what they say.

 

A tinge of orange among the gray,

The sail blown down, there it lay.

The white-clad men, lost in play;

All disappeared by the end of May.

 

A tinge of orange among the gray,

The moth wings drifting, floating astray.

The hot pots burning made of clay;

Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling away.

 

A tinge of orange among the gray,

The black skies part, the white clouds stay.

The pink berries grow, in branches gay;

Until darkness lost; fay, fay.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Blackheart]

Really loved the rhyming words you used in this piece. Also your concept of comparing lives with colors is also a stark comparison. Indeed life is similar to a palette of colours. Sometimes the days are bit of grey but then there are bright days like orange too. :)

[Nirupama.H]

Thanks for the comment :)

[Perkele.7885]

I like the poem and I get the feeling that in some culture that this must mean something.
However, I do not know what it is. Then again, this might mean nothing and be just a lovely poem.
Either way, the author has done well and deserves our platitudes.

[Nirupama.H]

Thank you :)
The colours just signify all the striking contrasts we face , and see others facing. Hope you can relate to it ...

[Kiran]

Its a really good piece of colors. All completely dark and then a sudden streak of orange. A stilness amidst the tornado.
Nice.

[Nirupama.H]

Thank you :)

[Mr. Stage Four]

Very nice write..flowed very well when read

[Nirupama.H]

thank you :)