Color Me Gray

You unfold me to reveal my true colors
   reality sets the ashen tone on tone
shades of Gray unmanageable
    black purges from my soul
you try to color outside the lines
  my pink underbelly turns steel cobalt
no purple mountains majestic views
   sickly putrid green reeks the color of death
failed attempts cower in tinged yellow
   no vibrant color palette here to uncover
you can't expose my soul and expect brilliance
   you abruptly fold me back into abashed creases
still searching for the simple elegance

      of an unfurled radiant rainbow 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Pax]

shades of Gray unmanageable
still searching for the simple elegance
of an unfurled radiant rainbow

~ those lines really captured my heart my friend. I am still looking for the radiant glow that will shimmer my life into colorful tone that I don’t feel so alone. Very moving piece, great job my friend.

[Tom]

Let he/she who is without sin cast the first stone !

Splendidly prevaricating! An dark psychological poem !

[icelandicblue]

It sucks when the colors get all mixed together. Color my world but it probably won't change a thing. Another eloquent piece from you.

[Firestone Feinberg]

This is sublime. Thanks. --David

[Sami Khalil]

Searching for the simple elegance I found it in your writes whether colored or gray so to speak...In my library...:)

[Misery]

I have learned to love the gray. No celestial highs and no bottomless lows, just a series of nearly invisible, unflappable tones of gray.
I do not know how long you will be draped in veils of gray, but I have been touched by all the many colors your poems reveal, Frieda, and your revelations in gray are equally as touching. I will be watching the skies for a brilliant rainbow of many grays.

[Tate Morgan]

You paint a picture of a present that is wrapped beautifully but not as worthy on the inside,Hmm me thinks that thou protests too much lol We like your sarcastic nature lol

[s y e]

I loved the title of this one, Frieda - Even although the truth tries to hide sometimes we need to get it other there. Sometimes we need someone to understand what we're going through and we move on. This is a great write. Keep them coming.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

aw Frieda...take off your sunglasses...it's just and illusion. I do know how it feels to be caught in the gray...feeling cold and metallic...letting life slide off you instead of through.How many years I had to practice..reminding myself that life wasnt out to punish me.That the dark was only a place I should sleep. This piece will haunt my memory for a long time even if tomorrow you will be your vibrant self. Standing on my chair clapping with my tissue on this one.

[Pryde Foltz]

For some reason I am reminded of the rough time we have relic. But onto the poem very expressive andt he word play was wonderful. Find some pink.