Warm Grey

I swirl my Earl Grey, guiding the line's patter, as if fishing for riches from my mind's grey matter. Nostalgia is awakened by thick, canned clam chowder. My chartreux reverberates purrs as rain gets louder. Plush clouds comfort rooftops in a drumbeat canopy. Dancing chimney smoke defies the law of gravity. Pavement reflections flicker in fine artistic form. I didn't know grey's pearly essence could be so warm. 2-28-2021

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/3/2021 8:59:00 AM

I just LOVE the irony inherent in the last line of this fascinating write, Juliet! Love the 'two I's' here: The 'I' who didn't know grey's essence could be so warm, AND the the 'I' --- i.e., you, Juliet Ligon --- who, of course, had to know it in order to write it! Bravo! FAVE time. Thanks, gw

Juliet Ligon
Date: 3/5/2021 10:37:00 AM

Interesting analysis, Gershon. Thanks for your kind comments.

Eve Roper

Date: 2/28/2021 8:07:00 PM

Great imagery in the artist view and a feeling of serenity , Juliet. Thank you for your visit on my poem, “ Harbinger Birds of Spring” and leaving a wonderful compliment and congratulations. Hugs Eve

Juliet Ligon
Date: 3/5/2021 10:36:00 AM

Thanks, Eve. Blessings.