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Triptych of Grey
by Melissa Arel
A thick grey settles
Suffocating the city
Low spirits, low hearts
Where are you sweet sun?
Yellow-orange rays flicker
Like a matchstick lit
Clouds drown out the light
Candles on the window pane
Give hope to the cold
01/05/2006
Author's Note: Its so foggy here.. :(
Posted on 01/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 01/05/06 at 11:13 PM You "painted" the fog with your words bringing me into your winter's day. |
| Posted by Emily Davidson on 01/07/06 at 05:33 AM these images are gorgeous. each stanza can stand by itself, yet it works perfectly together. |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/08/06 at 06:20 AM I love the description of fog - almost palpable. S1 is wonderful. S3, last line, lends hope and optimism that the fog will dissipate. Beautiful way to close, a perfect endpoint. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/11/06 at 04:59 AM You have tripled the fun with your poems Mel.
Fun to read....Charlie |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/13/06 at 11:06 PM Understood all the way 'round. So perfectly expressed for a dreary day, when "hope" is the only candle one can light... and even then, there is a halo refelcted on the panes. I not only appreciate this, but, like I said, I understand it... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/27/06 at 04:43 PM Mel, you have always been a painter of colors in your words whose equal here I've yet to meet. Now you've turned gray, of all things, into a rainbow and a beautiful thing...I am awed, but not surprised. |
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