Not quite right.
Muddled smudge of a color.
Disregarded with cement
and after-rain smell.
Bland and neglected.
You're the mark of
graphite dust
on an artist's fingertips,
concentration on
subtle lines,
deep shading,
unconscious swipes
across a focused brow.
Disconnected.
You are the overlooked.
The fine print.
The stray hairs.
The shy smile.
Like so many
understatements,
you can only hint
at the beauty
you offer.
Author notes
The color was grey.. gray.. however you wanna spell it. I'm pretty happy with this piece, though it needs some tinkering. The basic meaning, in case you didn't pick up on it, was about the subtleties in life, whether they are things, feelings, or people... and how wonderful yet underappreciated they are sometimes. This is what I tried to convey, but most of it is just whatever the color made me think of.
"Colors rock my socks off"
Written May 13th, 2004
A contest entry
- Write with Colors!! by Com Pati.
350 points, ended May 17, 2004, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I really like it!! You did an awesome job expressing those subtleties in life like you said!! VERY NICE WORK!! Keep Penning!
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