Memory

Written in the morning

The colors are melting today

Into pools of muddy goop

It's funny to see the trees usually so loudly green

now grey

But not like in winter

No-today they are not even grey

The grey has also slid into the puddle

Left is only a void where the trees used to be 

for without their colors outlined against the blue

(now voided) sky

their forms cannot be identified

I wander through this forest of trees that no longer exist 

Just a memory of a woods that used to be 

How strange to walk amongst mere impressions 

The smell of pine has faded with the green and left faint traces

to cling only in my nostrils

Soon, I know my colors will also join the wet mud

now sticking in the treads of my shoes

They will run down my neck, onto my belly, 

and trace drops down my legs 

All the brown and beautiful blues

my pink lips and even my heart

All will become a void 

As the forest exists only in my mind

So shall I

colorless

and chaotic 

Reviews

[JBoone]

This is a brilliant piece of poetry. Great and powerful imagry.

[ARLorenz]

Thank you for your words xx

[That Guy]

Very visual... All faded to a void all life faded
to a mere canvas... Even you! ARLorenz very
nicely placed in my minds eye! Write, write, write...