monochrome bland

anne darling photography

the evening wraps me 
in thunderous echos 
of what once was 
guiding winds lead me 
to the tunnel of years 
‘tis true 
this is the true museum 
of unequaled cave paintings 
which can only be interpreted 
by multicolored velvety waves of memory 
but they dare not pass go 
or collect $200- even 
because in the here and now 
even savory multicolored memories 
are harshly converted 
to monochrome bland 

Reviews

[R.M.C]

A lovely write. Wonderfully used metaphors throughout. "even savory multicolored memories,
are harshly converted, to monochrome bland" what a very imaginative and exquisitely apt description. There are countless thoughts this can bring together into this one poem, from things like a very precious memory fading to serious problems such as Dementia. Though you may not have done this on purpose and many people might think little of it, I love the use of a 'cave' and Monopoly - something really old and something relatively new (long term memory and short term memory etc). A wonderful piece.

[Lydia Shutter]

R.M.C., your interpretation is super. I truly appreciate your review. Lydi**

[R.M.C]

No problem Lydi, glad to be able to read your work and express my thoughts.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You gave life to Anne Darling's photography - and light, to this poet!
Perhaps it's just me, but "monochrome" isn't such a bad state to be in. I find it quite lovely, actually.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Kelly. Sometimes monochrome is a good place to hide. Lydi**

[Trace]

Excellent descriptions of emotions here.

as always, perfect poetry.

Trace

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Trace. Lydi*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, I love this piece....
love that phrase, "monochrome bland"---

yes, that museum in our hearts and minds is so special...the only place for the memories...where they will be stored and savored...can't put a price on them.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, they are priceless. Thank you so much, Jacob. Lydi**

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'tunnel of years ' and 'the true museum/of unequalled cave paintings' - what great metaphors for our mind of memories...they remain in the past, each one fading to monochrome the further away we get from them, never to see the light of day...great writing, Lydi...

ps....also enjoyed the little comic relief in the Monopoly reference :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Glad you picked up on that! Memories do fade with time....sometimes that is a good thing. Still, remnants of them are always there and any sight, smell, or sound can spark them all over again. Thanks, Thomas. Lydi**