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misty grey
awareness trickles in and
feeling arrives in the fingers, toes,
extending through the limbs and
into the center of this body
that may be mine, regardless of how
I feel.
these eyes flutter open and obey my
commands, darting around this room
that I know as mine to
push away the material that shields the sun
and to let the shadows take over this
already darkened space.
but the shadows refuse to do their job and
light compensates, producing a pastel and almost
yellow-grey color on these walls while
mist and heat take their time leaving the ground,
obscuring the trees and diffusing the light.
admiration courses through me, the one part of me
that I am fully aware is most definitely me.
this collection of appendages dismisses the beauty while i
revel in the soft visions that this haze has
produced on this grey morning, pleased and soothed.
pleasure lingers, but even he has to leave sometime.
the vapor is already gone, as is the yellow-grey color on my wall
and just like that, my reverie has ended.
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I wrote this one morning while looking at the shadow on my wall from the sunrise. Poems are so often inspired by events and emotions, but I felt that a truly beautiful color could not only inspire a poem but be conveyed through the writing. I hope that this poem does just that.