The Color of Darkness

The Dark of the morning…

——-

Gentle waking up today…

noises in my ear filet

draining colors anyway

spiraling to my dismay…

Bleeding darkly underground…

grinding blackly awful sound…

worth a kilo or a pound

of torn up forests tumbled down…

Deep within the cavern speak…

to find the glow of smallest squeak…

drained into a little creak…

a rainbow found 6 fathoms deep…

A tree for brush I surely wield…

pallet now as strong as steel…

color wheel can be my shield…

Against the madness that I feel…

—–

David L. Whitman 05/04/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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18 thoughts on “The Color of Darkness

  1. This is so rich, the layers my mind is peeling back to this, I love this one too…do you ever have a ‘bad’ writing day? Thanks yet again.

  2. I love how this goes down, down, down, and then down again, until in the depths you are able to fashion the light that is needed to dive upward. Excellent images and feeling. I could see myself there. You are an artist with words. Bravo. And what is on your shield? And whom do you protect yourself from? πŸ™‚ Sam the Salmon

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