When grey knocks at the door,
Forms and shapes emerge
Quietly
On the blank paper
In different hues and shades.
Lighter and darker
Stronger and brighter
strokes of painted emotions
Splashed
in the garden
Full of dreams.
~~payal~~
OctPoWriMo #Day 13
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What a great opening line, and I loved the rest of the poem too. It tells a beautiful story in such an elegant way.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Angela. :)
DeleteWe have such a variety of colors in ourselves!
ReplyDeleteHow true Michelle. Thanks. :)
DeleteI love that ending :) Emotions splashed in the garden of dreams. So vivid.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vinay. :)
DeleteAnd those emotions become life's hues :) Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem:) I love the simplicity of it.
ReplyDeleteFantastic images! :-)
ReplyDeletethumbs up.. First verse very impressive.
ReplyDeleteDelightful imagery and language. And that image! I felt the colors moving through me as I read.
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