To A New Colour

 

1940s underwear
image credits- Pinterest

 

Sacrosanct air, violet toes touching , spamming grounds
An eggshell face, with polka-dots
this family is vintage.
With bewildering tales, this air becomes scissor-talks,
A temple is burnt,
A miscarriage occurs,
The soil is pale black, the tremors are afraid
to knock the window pane.
You and I see this
We carry the stimuli of paranoia.
Splinters of forgotten prayers are stuck
to this void eye
Your brown eye,
my black eye,
What aftermath we plan?
Here, a lizard is awakened to walk across the parched souls
Here, a coffin is opened.
So we plan to walk into the land of oblivion words
where Grey- is the colour.

Β©My valiant Soul


 

93 thoughts on “To A New Colour

  1. Dilemma, chaos and uncertainty – all the things I felt as I read this. I imagine the end of the world to be like this and on a smaller scale, the end of a life. As usual, your prowess to weave together a series of images to form an intense emotion is evident in the uneasiness created by the end of the piece. dark it may be but well-written.

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      1. You are most welcome, MVS! We are all neatly packaged with a plethora of emotions and we hold both light and darkness inside. And you, my dear friend, are exceptional at finding the most creative ways to describe it all. I more than liked it – I loved it! πŸ™‚

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      2. You are more than welcome, MVS. Some people only want to read about love and happiness. Some people misinterpret the darkness others write about. I do understand and your poetry is just awesome. So write what you feel or what you experience, no matter how light or how dark. Besides, what you write is yours and only yours. If some of us can connect then that is a bonus πŸ™‚

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  2. Hi MVS,

    I nominated you for a blogger recognition award:

    letterstoayoungspiritualseeker.com/2017/09/05/thanks-for-blogger-recognition-award-nomination/

    Don’t feel obligated to follow instructions. I ended up doing it to try something new when someone nominated me.

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      1. Its so weird other people are saying that…

        Its organicmatter.org Ive checked settings and my address is the same may need to contact them? (You can probably hear the frustration) its all pretty new to me 😊🌸

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      2. Not sure if its because I started out with wordpress then went over to blue host and am using wordpress through there if that makes sense? I have no clue but I’ve checked my addresses etc and emailed wordpress help see what happens…technology pfft! πŸ™‚

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      3. Sorry to fill up your comments with this.
        I know your busy just wanted to know if your still having the same issue with connecting to my site if so can you tell me what you see and confirm site address your seeing?
        I appreciate your help so much 😊🌸

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  3. a terse rendering of a series of events, stories embedded in each line, makes you pause and read each line once again, makes you see the colors of darkness.
    Loved this.

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    1. No. Its not about hope.
      It’s aabout a dark place or home where things are intense and a pious thing like a temple is burn depicting the harshness!
      With pious things hampering, you can not hope for good.

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      1. I mean…when hopes shatter,then you will be thrown into a doom know….even that is also dark place or home..there’s should be reason behind Every darkness know..I asked that shattering of hope might be the reason

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