Grey

[finch]

Name: Jack
Story: Empty Sky
Colors: Grey
Supplies and Styles: Saturation, Graffiti
Word Count: ~150
Notes: another Keiji poem. don't worry, April's almost over and I'm gonna run out of April Showers colors soon.


too many shades of grey
to tell the shapes apart

a series of blurry photographs
awkward group shots in greyscale

outlining a story almost
forgotten, a grey area

where everyone was wrong and smiling
or right and in a grey mood

now the pictures are deteriorating
details going grey as his hair

and his grey matter isn't
what it used to be either but

it doesn't matter who chose whom
all cats are grey at night

the men in grey suits escorted us
to the quiet woods, the middle of nowhere

we raced like greyhounds
through the grass and between the trees

if his orange juice had some grey goose
well it doesn't matter much now

those are the memories that stay
where the skies and trees have color

so deep I thought something
was wrong with my eyes at first

he laughed at me, shook his head
"never forget what seeing clear is like"

Comments

[novel_machinist]

A+ use of the prompt in this!

[finch]

Thank you!

[bookblather]

omg prompt usage in here is amazing. I mean, the whole thing is great but the prompt usage is what really nails this, I think.

[finch]

I was really not sure I was going to pull it off in such a spare piece but luckily they were good prompts.