poetry and prose
It’s Never Just Black and White
Grey is a shape
a mood
to sleep
to dream
a blank canvas
a precursor to black
the colour of hope
pressure-washed
motes in light
a eunuch’s cloak
a mushroom hunt
morels and caps
is gray for some
is a cloud
a vapour
a spirit
a far-flung hill
is never just black and white.
for dVerse “Lists Using Google Search” ©️ Misky 2020 Image Flickr Commons CC:00
I loved this Misky! I am a day late getting around to reading everyone’s work. Really glad I got to read yours, really enjoyable. And you’re right and you are right you are right, life is never just black-and-white. There are so many beautiful and wonderful shades. We all need to appreciate each one of them. BTW I love hunting mushrooms, or I used to when I could walk well, in my fingers weren’t so arthritic. Oh well life goes on. Nice work here, Well written.
I am literally swooning right now 😀 especially love; “the colour of hope/pressure-washed/motes in light.”
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