
Exploring paths of twisted light:
Filtered Greens, dancing Golds.
Ambers sparkling through hidden ravines
expose memories of forgotten hue.
A tapestry of fragile Silver
sutures the ancient wound
where Obsidian doors once barred entry
but now lie broken on the floor.
Purple Flares. Piercing bright.
Orange beats a disconsolate dirge
and Yellow flirts uncertainly with an angry
dark Maroon.
White lies torn and bleeding
from Crystal veins which
seep an ugly Brown of shame in
deeply searing day-glow.
Opalescent fears fight the
strength of Red denial
while Pink searches the
chromatic haze for
Blue, who cries.
The child, lost so long ago
returns to haunt me now.
Color blind (in monochrome)
see’s shadows of the past,
turns to face the lightening dawn
and dares to hope.
About the Creator
Charles Wigley
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