The Edge of Colour
By Jane Hyphen
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White clouds in a white sky
An indeterminable pause
A stifling room, alone
With all the layers
I’ve ever worn
Flames thrown across the world
Enough to warm, just.
If only we could fully breath
Blow the embers, burn
The world, to start again
The past leaves
Only prints, disordered.
Details burned beneath the acids
Of emotion, colours telling lies
Hiding in the fade of time
Blue lives here
It thrives upon stone shadows
The still beneath the white sky
Which hides even the stars
Whilst colour’s locked away
As our horizon strays
Cast yourself beyond
Rich hues endure, yellows, reds
We steel ourselves and wait
On the edge of colour
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A beautiful way of describing
A beautiful way of describing the world at the moment. 'A stifling room alone with all the layers I've ever worn.' Absolutely spot on. Thank you.
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we are indeed on the edge of
we are indeed on the edge of colour, especially as we get older.
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Wonderful poem. LIke this
Wonderful poem. LIke this verse:
"The past leaves
Only prints, disordered.
Details burned beneath the acids
Of emotion, colours telling lies
Hiding in the fade of time"
Just one observation: did you mean "steel" rather than "steal"?
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You evoke a very strong
You evoke a very strong claustrophobia! To make lockdown being shut away from Life's colour, and feeling blue the only colour left, the colour of shadows from the walls we make, is beautiful idea. I hope you are well, and soon get to wander through rich paintings again
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