Gray Plague

Gray Plague

Part choice, part determination
it seems to be
to avoid the extermination
while still living
caused by the loss
of feeling
when we fall
into that state
of complacency,
the dangerous hibernation
of our dreams,
the steps we take
turning our back
on the way
it could be,
should be…

It’s not easy
to keep the gray
from taking
our colors.
We fade,
part victim,
part converter;
we don’t sell
our souls,
we give them
now away
in exchange
for tickets
to nowhere
but in that gray
for longer,
forever,
to remain.

I feel the pull
of the evolution
of the devil,
the camouflaged
minions, the demons
no longer with arms
now casting spells.

I feel the brush,
the tickle of tentacle;
to kick it off
takes more than will.
Too many sleepers
not getting taken
but tricked into nonthinking
by the sweet song of sirens.

I climb the mountain
and expectedly find
the gray shadow
spreading like
turpentine.

I wrap my limbs
protectively
around my colors
and flee to find
my favorite
awake other.

Together, we embrace,
not in fear
but as survivors
thankful for
our non-superpowers.

We will not
succumb
to the non-fate
of the others
who gave freely away
one by one
each of their
colors.

We will keep painting
on life’s canvas
to preserve
hope and beauty
with each
brush of our breath,

not with fire,
but signaling
with bright hues
to the others
who may be out there still
imbued.

Ultimately, this poem originated from reading a dear WP friend’s poem and listening to a song he posted (which I shared above). (If you are not connected with Ivor Steven, then your life is not as bright as it could be because the light of his soul shines like none other.) Ivor’s poem captures, despite the melancholy mood from the song, a wonderful moment––a pastry, a poem reading, a friendly unmasked smile. Simple. Yet everything really.

8 thoughts on “Gray Plague

  1. Hello Laura, I’m nearly lost for words, I think this beautifully reflective poem is truly an outstanding piece… so many textures interwoven with contrasting bright colours and fading greys, and I’m visualising your words as a long flowing tapestry which gradually ascends into a crescendo of colour, love, and hope…
    And then I see a familiar music/video by the ‘Poets Of The Fall’, with their incredible song ‘Where Do I Draw The Line’….. Thank you dear Laura for your very kind words, I am feeling honoured by your lovely praise, but I am also humbly and bashfully blushing… πŸ’™πŸ’™πŸŒπŸŒ

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  2. It’s enough for me to read this and contentedly know that there are enough of us who refuse to fade in a world determined to mute hope, consideration and humanity. In a perfect mood for sleep now, many thanks and happy new year! πŸ’œ

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