Gray

MY FIRST PEOM! Three whole years ago. I literally wrote this in m mind while walking to the library on the day of the season's first snow. I raced into the library and wrote it down.

Gray, so gray, oh God it is so gray.

Walking through deserted streets as I make my way.

So silent, so cold, so bleak and so brisk.

Everywhere I turn the world seems colorless.

From the small dark allies I pass on the way,

To the buildings, the sidewalks and the clouds, all so gray.

Thinking of today, the season's first snow when,

I turn a corner, and I meet eyes with Owen.

He’s usually in the library, that’s my destination.

When I get there, oh when I get there, it will be my salvation.

Salvation from the cold and salvation from the gray,

As I make my way through town on this dreary day.

Author's Note

Too simple? How would you propose I get rid of Owen? (or do I need to?)

Reviews

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. exceptional ... for a first poem ... and very cinematic ... easy to visualize ...