Chords of unfinished music
dyed midnight her memories.
The cornflower beaded chandelier
hung by threads of unattained freedom,
ridicules her emptiness.
Kieslowski lights the background ocean
when silence and darkness are lost.
The revolution began at completion of the score.
Blue is but one colour;
equality and fraternity are the others.
Author notes
You'd have to see the movie, Three Colours: Blue by Krzysztov Kieslowski
A contest entry
- three colours blue by Nicolette.
1500 points, ended May 16, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Hoodwinked!
"Dyed midnight her memories"
Wow. That line is a killer. You have an amazing grasp on vocabulary and imagery. Very well done.
I'm sorry for the late hoodwink, life has had me all caught up!
Glad to be here to comment, better late than never!
Shari
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I see pictures of the American Revolution in my mind and Gone With The Wind also, from the movie...as war was declared at the mansion during the ball. I may be wrong in what you are painting here, but these are my vivid takes on your prompt..Enjoyable brief write!
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I'm not familiar with the movie but I just love this snapshot of it that you've made your own and presented in your own voice, Jim. The title and the content of the poem tie together so well and I could almost hear the dramatic, solemn background music here. The last two lines are really good and I simply adore what you've done with the contest prompt - very original! Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Hoodwinked
I am not familiar with the movie but I know many things can stand for the color blue. Best of luck to you in your future writing endeavors.
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Ahhh, Scribe....Your first & second lines made it sing for me. Gorgeous. Good luck in Nic's contest, Sweetie. 
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HOODWINKED!
Very thought provoking poem, and I have not seen the movie you mentioned in your author notes. It sounds intriquing.
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Very Lovely
There is a subtle feeling composed through loss; death the notes of finality often linger then haunt us wrapped in the deepest of blues. No more can there be a blue of liberty a white of equality nor the red of friendship for they all pale in comparison to grief’s darkest colour that defines sorrow in any light. There is a moment we all must face what will it be then …life…we choose well. This is a wonderfully rich work penned to perfection I am humbled by the pale blues you have painted. Yes I can see each flicker of blues shimmering against the backdrop of waters warmth I can see the unattainable freedom you speak of where she is lost but only for a time for it is time that befriends us all. I gift you my deepest thank you darling for this most exquisite piece.
Lady E
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