With Colours Gone

reflective poem

With colours gone 

Grey, forlorn 

The sky a puddle, muddy morn 

I have no tears 

I give thee thorns. 

Where laughter lived 

To once exist 

The room aswirl, silent cyst 

I have no tears 

I give thee mist. 

When passion played 

And love was made 

Fingers clasped and grasped in vain 

I have no tears 

I give thee reign.

Author's Note

Looking out the window on a grey, misty day.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was a very well-written piece that explores the interplay of what is on the outside and what is on the inside. the winter, grey and gloomy is described immaculately 'With colours gone / Grey, forlorn' a great couplet. and the change of perspective, delving into the persona's mind was natural. this verse was held together by a lyrical style that is easy on the ear. overall, it is a delicate, melancholic vignette.

[neil]

Ern,
Thank you for your kind and thoughtful review. You saw/noticed some facets that were lost on me....the change of perspective, what is on the outside and then on the inside. It's difficult at times to look at your own work as you would other poets' work. I like that.
Looking forward to enjoying your art.

[G. Lova]

I love it. This poem powerfully evokes the crushing weight of grief. It has a melancholy and somewhat defiant tone.

[Starr]

WOW, this is quite an emotional piece, Very well written and expressed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, looking out the window at the sky and nature...but also the nature of life...we cry so many tears during our lives often we run out...
there are no more to cry...and all the love that is in vain....shed like blood from the heart.
THis is forlorn and moving.
good work.

[neil]

Jacob,
you saw it as written and as I later understood it to be. I appreciate your intuitiveness and insight.
Look forward to reading/reviewing more of your art.

[Fairy]

It's really touching, hope you are doing good... if something is not good don't worry I'm sure god will bring everything right when time comes. Get well soon...