Colour my night

sylviasearcher

What colour did your day end?
I think it was kind of green
An other-worldly unrecognisable blend
Not a green you've ever seen
But lonely shade that soft silence intends

It is the kind of green you don't quite see
Not in the forest
Nor in the sea
In fact it smelled like oranges
I think it was meant, just for me

Please do not feel saddened
At the solitude of my green
It was just a moment
In a sleepy head that is rarely seen
In the moning I might be yellow
Because I woke up to words serene

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Today no one enquired
What colour was my night?
What shade woke me up?
What colour was the liquid in my morning cup?

I lay in Noone's heart
I lay in Noone's head
Noone is my soulmate
His words are scriptures red

But red is not the colour of my day
Oh no! The night, the day, all came to grey!
Not the mellow misty magic kind
A darker grey that claws behind

It chokes me and it holds me tight
My sweetest friend day and night
It tells me I am Nothing
That I am even less
That Noone has forgotten me
That forgotten grey my grave will rest

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 26th, 2019 07:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some old marginally edited poems I dug out after a conversation. They are my earliest poems so be kind!!
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Neville

    Well I for one am glad you unearthed these early words & which I have subsequently enjoyed... furthermore, I have been known to allow colours to shape my day.......... N

    • sylviasearcher

      I think I may have noticed.

      Thanks for being kind.
      I edited them a tad just because they looked unkempt.

      • Neville

        you did well... N

      • Fay Slimm.

        What a fortunate unearthing of long-ago poems and this one Sylvia touches the heart with its colours of light and dark moods - -thanks for sharing it

        • sylviasearcher

          Thanks Faye, I like to think in colours rather than feelings sometimes, it seems richer somehow.

        • Michael Edwards

          Great read - mine was powder blue.



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