Grey is the colour of sorrow
of hopelessness
and long abandoned dreams.
It’s a life that’s wasted,
an old man
sleeping in a cardboard box
clutching the bottle
emptied
drained into the greyness of his being.
Grey is the colour of hearts devoid of love.
A colour that confines
and crushes
grinding the spirit into a pile of dust.
Grey is not one of my favourite colours, but I think it depicts the emotional state of someone experiencing this kind of loss and grief.
The ocean’s rhythm
GREY
She watches the sun set then gathers her jacket closer to her chest. Under her bare feet the sand feels crunchy. It makes a squelching sound with each step. The water whispers ‘Sh-sh-sh,’ then retreats with an inward sigh, as if drawing breath before rushing back to the shore.
Toes half-buried in the sand, the woman waits. No matter how hard she tries to resist, the shock of that first splash catches her breath and forces a short, sharp squeak from her. Two waves later and her response is childlike. She rolls her trackpants higher and dances along the water’s edge, swaying in and out with the ocean’s rhythm.
This is another of my pieces inspired by colour.
Laughter is yellow
and birds in spring
a summer’s day
with boats and kites
and children playing in a garden;
a little girl on twirling toes
a kitten chasing a ball.
Yellow is smooth
it’s full of joy
a hymn of praise
a word of thanks
a kiss from a child
and friendship.