The road without color

Lost in a fog of make-believe

stumbling along - 

this primordial sieve

my absent mind has become,

dripping nostalgic snippets

of me

on this relentless brick road of life

that once was yellow.

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

Sleepless Volcano, your poem is super. Is there any way to make the yellow darker? It would be easier to read this way. I think the words layered over the image itself would look very stunning. The poem itself brings to mind a broken relationship in which all the happy memories begin to slowly fall away leaving us feeling a little dark and grey, but the sun always shines again on a new day I hear, so while the ending is sad I believe the path may come to a happier destination after the hard leg of the journey has been endured. Anyhow, lovely work from your heart~filled pen.

[Alice Poésy]

The yellow brick road to Emerald City! References to other pieces of art are always such a treat for me, and you created such a wonderful metaphor out of this one: The yellow brick road, our train of thoughts of better things and memories - until we realise that our lives are no longer yellow.

Love the use of colours as well :). Great piece!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you! I'm off to find a coffee shop with lots of serviettes and armed with a hand-full of sharpened pencils...:)

[Alice Poésy]

And I hope your muse comes to visit so you could tell us all about it! :)