Short Charcoal Gray Poems
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Solid
Charcoal gray clouds
Light rain falls, changes, pours
Soft yellow butterflies hidden
Today
dawn explosion of color ~
angel’s and flower’s
spectacular yellows, pinks,
cerulean blue ~
still charcoal gray sky
if i look outside, my eyes
depressed by a sunless sketch.
1/30/2020
My heart is a charcoal gray
With silver specks in the sun
Tomorrow is New Year's Day
And this old year, my dear, is done
A bit of moss on the north knoll
The hills of my heart burrowed through
And I'm cramming hope in the holes
Just like the woodpeckers do.
Acid tears of salt and grief
all bottled up to send
across the ocean to a thief
who ran away again.
archaic eyes in charcoal gray
painted on the wall
a mural of the way you stray
especially in the fall
In the fall
of love and hope
you strangle me again
like the dead tree with a rope
fresh knotted by a friend.
Charcoal gray clouds cover the sun
Could be raindrops today
Snuzzle in a warm sweater
Energy a change in weather's ray
A dampness laps at my notebook
Surrounds my rocking chair
Swirls of cool envelope the porch
Draping fall's presence there
Will it rain or soon pass on by
We need the rain I say
However the weather reveals itself
Delight in season portray
Fog as new as this charcoal gray day
Or is it really old
Like damp, dirty wool fluffed upon
Pines, if only it were gold
Luscious verdant leaves of spring muted
Yet dampnes has a part
In life's cycle, the nature of earth
It has from the very start
Did man in the garden of eden
Live saturated in damp
Or was there perfect conditions
Where he could stomp and ramp
Golden leaves upon the pear trees
No fruit to ripen though
Spring's frost killed it all in the bud
Always hope for next year's to grow
The air is damp and cool again
Charcoal gray clouds move in
There's a tet-a-tee between fall
And winter to begin
We never know about the seasons
It's unsure just like life
Which can zap us with unreason
Or blessings flow without strife
Storms, those storms, do appear
At times with thunderous roar
Sweeping through darkened skies
That shake the earth to its core
Dark clouds like mourner's cloaks
Gather, charcoal gray despair
Lightning flashes, dances across
A blackened atmosphere
They've unleashed their fury
Send down torrential rain
Dripped-dropped upon rooftops
Raising up angry Cain
When old man winter starts to sing
I often think of spring
On those cold winter days
when upon my head snowflakes play
And I feel the winter's sting
On the winter solstice the blues they ride
with a tinge of charcoal gray
Blowing cold winds far and wide
To bring melancholy to the day
You can even feel the shivers in your bones
Before you step outside
Gray the sky and blue the tones
That in my soul abide
The strokes of angry waves painted,
Beneath a sky of charcoal gray.
Did you feel it even then,
The water's rise above your head?
Bobbing up and down,
Slowly losing ground,
As they tried to hold on
To the clothes which become
Your coffin.
Knowing this you went anyway,
To try and save
Someone you never knew.
It's hard to believe,
But where you weren't before,
I now see
In your painting
You
Drowning.
The branches start a swaying dance
Like plastic hula dancers.
The sky turns charcoal gray and
Pretty soon we’ll have our answers.
For questioning if it will rain
When Nature’s giving notice
Is like thinking there’ll be wisdom from
The tweeting of the POTUS.*
Anticipation’s half the fun
As briefly clouds will straddle
The sunshine and the darkened sky
Before the raindrops rattle.
*President of the United States
Apricot marmalade wispy clouds upon the blue
canvas, swiftly changing sunrise reveals a surprise_
charcoal gray, a textured smoke billowing askew
across the eastern sky, Suddenly diamond dew
drops fall upon grasses, Everything expressed anew
as the sun rises, the moon bidded
adieu, this day will pass; tomorrow, too
Apricot marmalade wispy clouds upon the blue
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Contest: Enjambment
I know it doesn't make any sense...
Written October 19, 2014