Misshapen Monochromatic Memories

That's all that's left,

These misshapen monochromatic memories,

That sit on the precipice.

That evade my pen.

That sit in my eye like a blind 

spot;

That fall like pillars of light through

a tree,

That make me seek out colour.

Those non-descript nuances.

That polite pathos.

That limited exposure and

Partial engagement.

Those misshapen people and that inanimate

Paper pout.

Those obvious memories.

Those lips that floated outside of you.

That split me into people

I don't like

And that I don't speak with.

That's all that's left.

Reviews

[Jack Isaac]

So true! Those faded memories are of people that, well, just tend to fade away. They're lack-luster cardboard cut-out memories, and they make us want to fill them in somehow... fill in the blanks if we can... tends to lead to the phrase "color my world." This write is a wonderful flow of sentiments! Thanks.

[John]

One zinger after another. I particularly like 'That fall like pillars of light through
a tree'. It's a poem that left me wanting more.