unrippled of contradictions
flatlined in dust
we'll be
blind to spontaneous outbursts,
deaf to echoes of dissent
all flowers, stilted monotone
all trees, uninteresting as street lights-
and garden -
boring place to visit
show me
your true{true} colors
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by De Jackson ~ This is a 44 word post with the word - ECHO ~ Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~
I just love this! All those stilted monotones...
ReplyDeleteLove especially the plea to bring the color... there are moments when we need all that help.
ReplyDeleteYes, echos of dissent of disarray of imperfection...we need this.
ReplyDeleteAmazing, Grace! I especially love the lines:
ReplyDelete'unrippled of contradictions
flatlined in dust'
and
'show me
your true{true} colors'.
That subtle echo at the end is perfect.
'Trees uninteresting as street lights' What a sad day that would be :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and I love the final echo in your plea 'show me your true{true} colors' xxx
ReplyDeleteOooh--a bit of a same theme to what I wrote. Love the metaphor of black and white flowers.
ReplyDeleteA a photographer, I always post the monotone B&W version alongside all my color images, and at times the B&W image is preferable--a residual of growing up in the 50's. Love your quadrille; very creative--mundane yet fresh.
ReplyDeleteA garden without color would be a boring place indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully haunting, especially like; "we'll be blind to spontaneous outbursts,deaf to echoes of dissent."
ReplyDeleteI liked the comparison of trees to lampposts to show how uninteresting they appeared in monotone.
ReplyDeleteA garden without color, like a bird without wings!
ReplyDeleteVoid of color would be rather sad indeed
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, lady.
ReplyDeleteI love the echo of "true" at the end, Grace.
ReplyDeleteCharmed by the wording and by the message! Lovely, Grace!
ReplyDeleteGeez, even your black and white depiction is in vivid, living color, Grace! Such strength in your words!
ReplyDeleteWell done, a beautiful and true take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteReally deep, when one considers there are colors we cannot see.
ReplyDeletein a dystopian society I would assume they would want just this, no colour and just muted sounds. for with diversity comes choices and with choices we lose control over emotion. your words spoke deeper today Gravce.
ReplyDeleteI love the depth of this.
ReplyDeleteVery nice
ReplyDeleteI love that I got to the end and had to go back to find the echoes; it was so good, I forgot about the prompt.
ReplyDeleteHow sad. Looks like we were thinking along the same lines. Beautiful poem,
ReplyDeleteGrace.
Great take on the prompt, a really different piece.
ReplyDeleteStilted monotone... I love that.
ReplyDeleteflatlined in dust
ReplyDeletestilted monotone
trees, uninteresting as street lights
Such mood set herem so well done.
Love the echo in the last line!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is a reminder of how much colour ads to life!
ReplyDeletemakes me think of that Cyndi Lauper song ~
ReplyDeleteThought provoking and impactful. There is gratitude tucked between those lines.
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