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Chroma
clearly
It was the ending
of life
all color was gone
all of it
no white
no hot pink
pre
post-apocalyptic
mono
was it the end of everyone's world
no one answered
there was indistinguishable smoke
tone on same tone
invisible
perhaps i smelled it
desperate
I scraped
tiny specks of turquoise
into my palm
knowing
I'd just managed to capture them
wondering
how long I could make them last
wondering
if i'd soon die
clutching them
poised between
the dream
and 6 AM
Tuesday morning
I rocked on a dark sea
fumbling to navigate my mind
my first thought ashore:
there is color
everywhere
why hadn't i known
i was this fortunate
this multi-hued world
is absolutely
infinitely
divinely
gorgeous
this morning
Friday
6 AM
I disembarked
from four hours
of storm-tossed slumber
angry at the day ahead
little interest in life
contemplating
-vaguely planning-
suicide
monochrome vision
nothing worth looking at
I opened my palm
barely visible specks of turquoise
remained
I got out of bed
hoping
decidiing
that as the day progressed
i'd will myself
to look around
and see
It was the ending
of life
all color was gone
all of it
no white
no hot pink
pre
post-apocalyptic
mono
was it the end of everyone's world
no one answered
there was indistinguishable smoke
tone on same tone
invisible
perhaps i smelled it
desperate
I scraped
tiny specks of turquoise
into my palm
knowing
I'd just managed to capture them
wondering
how long I could make them last
wondering
if i'd soon die
clutching them
poised between
the dream
and 6 AM
Tuesday morning
I rocked on a dark sea
fumbling to navigate my mind
my first thought ashore:
there is color
everywhere
why hadn't i known
i was this fortunate
this multi-hued world
is absolutely
infinitely
divinely
gorgeous
this morning
Friday
6 AM
I disembarked
from four hours
of storm-tossed slumber
angry at the day ahead
little interest in life
contemplating
-vaguely planning-
suicide
monochrome vision
nothing worth looking at
I opened my palm
barely visible specks of turquoise
remained
I got out of bed
hoping
decidiing
that as the day progressed
i'd will myself
to look around
and see
Published 14th Jan 2023
| Edited 16th Jan 2023
Author's Note
Prompted from a real dream I had Monday night.
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14th Jan 2023 4:59am
Dear PD,
How vivid your recall of the dream. The play on monotone and then color is very interesting. I also like that from a very interesting dream subject you wrote a very cool poem. Well done. H🌷
How vivid your recall of the dream. The play on monotone and then color is very interesting. I also like that from a very interesting dream subject you wrote a very cool poem. Well done. H🌷
14th Jan 2023 11:50pm
14th Jan 2023 4:39pm
The way the stanzas flow, line by line disjointed, I think immediately brings across that sense of the emotional state, the dream a reflection of your distress, just as an impression. The concept of color and the lack gives it a tactile or visual element for us to interpret through or like a canvas upon. The way you stress with italics is also effective for where you place the emphasis. Most importantly the honest emotion of it, confessional in a sense, has that vital human thread we share.
14th Jan 2023 11:52pm
