Monday, July 13, 2015

it's not just black and white

Colour drained,
the coverlet petals
are cold and lifeless;
like frozen ashes
awaiting the shattering
of a monochrome breeze.
by the flush
and blush
of hue filled brush
this is a world
by the technicolour
affectation of love.
An inverse negative
suggesting possibilities
denying reality
and the soft
of God.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Always amazed by your poetry, but sometimes you really shine brilliantly with your verse. I think this is one of those times. For me, it is.