POETRY ART AND VISION
A poem. Where everything becomes grey and still.
Is it drab?
Dappled, softly layered shades, a contrast, is it bland, perhaps it is even beautiful?
Unspoken.
A vapid recollection, sullen recourse, inaudible announcement, then the confusion comes.
Pointless emotion, wasteful, superfluous; please be still.
A dull chatter fills the night sky.
Are they hollow promises, is it broken trust; a landscape vast, yet suffocating.
The city. It closes in.
Vacant. Non-commital.
Is it desolation?
No.
It is just Grey, neutral, silvered, silent, profound.
Grey.
