You're my last chance for redemption; my Sunday
the image of a colorful existence is too queer for my taste
and when its put in a tone of sepia it grows too old
but you seem to exist in the right contrast, the right hue
it's amazing how you live in a gray scale world
I live in green, yellow and blue, and warm becomes cold
but the winter snow changes colors; red, violet and white
it all depends on the mood, like our expression do each time
we fall in love, we fail, we win or lose, or even just give up
do you now understand why your colors appear in shades?
I want to become your chance for a new perspective; your Monday
I'll color your rainbows in queer colors, with saturation at hand
so you'll see the colors of the winter snow in the mornings
and you'll find your memories in a very odd sepia tone
so I won't have to doubt for one second that you'll appreciate the new
I'm not trying to judge you for seeing the world in a such
beautiful shades of gray;
in fact I adore you insight, your way of seeing life
I just wanted to be sure that you'll be ready
to comprehend the change of the color of the rain.
Author notes
My name is Excul. (:
A contest entry
- Add any thing here by takemypainaway.
425 points, ended November 2, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - One Whole Year by Death of the Author.
600 points, ended November 13, 2007, 49 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - One Whole Year: Collection Point D by Death of the Author.
600 points, ended November 13, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Wow! I really like it. You have penned something unique and fascinating. It's so different.
Let's start from the beginning
"You're my last chance for redemption; my Sunday"
That line is genius and I love how it is reflected in this line:
"I want to become your chance for a new perspective; your Monday"
"it all depends on the mood, like our expression do each time
we fall in love, we fail, we win or lose, or even just give up
do you now understand why your colors appear in shades?
"
Those lines are poetic excellence. You've just made me notice too that FAll In Love if you take the first letters from each word it spells "fail" - there's a twist of irony. Maybe you've spotted it before and intended it.
I love the last two stanzas - beautiful shades of grey;, awesome.
This is one of a few (but growing) number of free verse poems that I genuinely like. The contrast throughout is great.
Thanks for entering and good luck! x take care x

