discoloured palette

cyan blues indigo into nighttime
darkness scorches the soul to the core
hellfire’s charcoal embers 
dissipate lightness of being
achromatic void
engulfs a self-fulfilling promise

rose petals wither by the wayside
trudged and treaded upon
flame red converts to burnt sienna
a mere shadow dances in the heat

hunter green pastels fade in exhaustion
an emerald pendant strings 
a chafed neck in a choking embrace  

mustard gold’s alchemy
folds citric sunflowers
away from its rainbow
where a pot of tar
repeats the circular path

suave mauve corrodes
into rust and necessity’s must
clusters indecision 
and meaningless desire

the prism yields prison
and yet all colours
would merge into white
when the pail becomes 
half full once again
and chakras confide
to the canvass
and the portrait of truth
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Ermine Avatar
January 27, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Late arrival to comment, - your poem as vibrant as ever! - in agreement, suave mauve is gorgeous! Pictures you formed with colour transitions are super vivid. The seeping sadness throughout, cycle of renewal is superbly succinctly expressed. Appreciate your clever writing, Kai.
Neumann Avatar
January 28, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Thank you so much Sigrid. I appreciate that. Sending you loving wishes, Kai
Dietrich Avatar
December 27, 2024 at 9:33 AM
Stunning images, Kai .
Neumann Avatar
January 28, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Thank you so much Andrea. Sorry for the late reply. Life has been very challenging for me recently, but things are very much on the up. Faith and action seems to work, just need to get the balance right. Sending you loving wishes, Kai
George Avatar
December 10, 2024 at 7:54 PM
"darkness scorches the soul to the core/ hellfire’s charcoal embers/ dissipate lightness of being," Sometimes dark clouds creep into our sky threatening to take away all light and we sink into a state of gloom. It is possible for all. But a conscious effort to come out of it can ameliorate the situation. Let not the pot of tar spill out, instead let the prism of colors make a rainbow in your sky. Beautiful metaphoric poem.
Goldsmith Avatar
December 10, 2024 at 8:52 AM
What a creative/colorful write. Life is filled with both good/bad. Writing can tell many stories. Write On.... Have a blessed day................
Neumann Avatar
December 10, 2024 at 9:38 AM
Thank you Paula. Sending you loving wishes, Kai
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