She lives in the grey one,
found down the street...
 
It seems,
every second day...
Pink! I’ll say, pink! I’ll say...
Yet still she will not budge...
 
From her safety... her grey...
 
And ill ask her of aqua, fuchsia, orange, or white...
 
Yet still she will not bite,
she sticks with her grey...
 
With all of her might.
 
And so I continue...
 
Coffee, copper and cocoa brown...
Yet all I receive are dreaded stares and frowns...
 
And so one day I figured it out!
 
I can not get her out of her grey...
 
But I can stick to my own multi-colored array...
 
And just hope that one day...
She will live in something more...
                                            ... than just the grey.

(2015)

beauty, life, positive

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CHER' JEAN
over 3 years

Thank you very much :)...i did try to contrast a happier more content mood by using the grey as the negative or somber mood. thank you for your feedback :)

D. Thurmond   aka  JEF (James Everett Falcon)
over 3 years

Very nice, I thought it to be a somber mood she was always in. The poem has a good, easy to read flow... Thanks.

CHER' JEAN
over 3 years

Thank you :), i did try to portray color as a symbol of the different 'spaces', or 'moods' people are in, yes.

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Nice poem. Did you mean grey as being the mood she is in?

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