Hands unextended
Cringe,
Beneath the weight
Of that still second
And gape at the void
Where meanings are jumbled in pain.
I’ve stuttered in halls of sepia-coloured
pics
And peeped beyond edges that are frayed.
Crouched in the hollows I hear
Echoes of yellow in green,
And measure in an incomplete scale
Topos of absence and loss.
11 comments:
Oh yes, this is good!! You have imbued your piece with the colours, and the last line adds the emotional element. I love the title too.
Quite a different take on autumn colors. An evocative little poem that captures a simple moment in time but with complex emotion. Very well done!
"Crouched in the hollows, I hear echoes...." so lovely.
Very well done, Abin. I agree with Kerry, the title is perfect.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
nice use of colours ... your piece is echoing of sadness ~
Love it...such an original description of autumn
Great color use, I liked this take on autumn.
I like this very much, Abin. In spite of the beauty that comes with autumn, this is essentially how I feel too - the pathos, pain of loss, confusion.
I’ve stuttered in halls of sepia-coloured pics
Beautiful line.
The sepia halls are precious.The faded gold seek to remind you of a past that shall remain.Hands perhaps shall not reach but the thought,the rememebrance shall touch the frayed edges and make them smile again. It's always a heart that craves and cries
riot of colors
I’ve stuttered in halls of sepia-coloured pics -> is a very intriguing statement
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