standing room only
a chair to sit in filled with silence
offers more comfort
than these cacophonous sheets
rioting disorderly through dreams
promenading as puzzles
with the promise of solution
shrouds of ambivalence
with no claim to tenderness
printed in patterns
of restlessness and terror
on a background of ennui
just loud enough to hold you
with a whisper
there is grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between
these bones that rattle and moan
in a plea for prone
in exchange
for dawn’s pink necklace
.
.
.
March 12th, 2013 at 9:08 am
Dawn’s pink necklace… so beautiful. The other night while driving home I saw the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen.
March 12th, 2013 at 9:34 am
i read this one out loud. more than once. and the first line almost made me burst into tears – such a chair seems so small a request, and yet . . .
i know this night, and i know this dawn.
March 12th, 2013 at 9:39 am
I need this chair more often than not these days. Thank you for this. Beautiful.
March 12th, 2013 at 9:58 am
Wow, each word as powerful as the next.
March 12th, 2013 at 10:00 am
i like some of this – any of it about me?
March 12th, 2013 at 10:13 am
You have given poetry to my fitful nights, as I wait for dawn and her jewels.
March 12th, 2013 at 10:23 am
Love this! Especially “…and 97 shades of hope in between ..”
March 12th, 2013 at 10:43 am
nice….particularly that last stanza…97 shades of hope in between these bones…rattle and moan…enjoy the silent breath of morning…
March 12th, 2013 at 11:01 am
This poem was good until you got here:
“there is grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between
these bones that rattle and moan
in a plea for prone
in exchange
for dawn’s pink necklace”
then it made the leap to great. Fantastic!
March 12th, 2013 at 11:25 am
Beautiful! I’ve known cacophonous sheets – way too many nights.
March 12th, 2013 at 11:44 am
Dawn’s ‘pink necklace’. What stunningly beautiful words and sentiments to greet the morning light. You’ve got such a gift…:-)!
March 12th, 2013 at 11:54 am
there is grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between…Love this, beautiful!
March 12th, 2013 at 12:32 pm
“97 shades of hope in between…” perfect!
March 12th, 2013 at 2:20 pm
oh i love dawn’s pink necklace…and those shades of hope..we have to train our eyes to see them among the black and grey…
March 12th, 2013 at 2:56 pm
I was going to pick out the same parts as everyone else … not very original, I know.
Your poem, on the other hand, is – and I’d love a chair like that. Pink dawns are a different matter – they usually signal bad weather.
March 12th, 2013 at 3:19 pm
This is truly beautifully expressed:
“there is grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between”
And ‘dawn’s pink necklace’ as well!
Very nicely expressed!
March 12th, 2013 at 3:23 pm
“grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between”
Bless you, my poetry necklace-making friend. Soooo good!
March 12th, 2013 at 3:26 pm
I particularly like the last stanza, the colors (shades of hope, pink) just stands out so powerfully ~ Lovely writing Kelly ~
March 12th, 2013 at 3:28 pm
it was the promise of solution, which we know will be broken, that got to me.
March 12th, 2013 at 3:42 pm
I feel that way exactly “there is grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between” I love the inensity of every word 🙂 Well done, Kelly 🙂
March 12th, 2013 at 3:47 pm
This is a lovely poem – I was totally captivated.
March 12th, 2013 at 4:05 pm
Deep and abstract. A very nice write my friend.
March 12th, 2013 at 5:26 pm
What a nice insomnia. This is how I began to write.”cacophonous sheets” Nice.
March 12th, 2013 at 6:31 pm
i love the thought of “ninety-seven shades
of hope in between” grey and black… and always, the thrill of seeing “dawn’s pink necklace”, insomnia or no insomnia
a beautiful poem, this
March 12th, 2013 at 8:06 pm
just loud enough to hold you
with a whisper
speaks volumes – nice work!
March 12th, 2013 at 8:30 pm
“dawn’s pink necklace” that is just lovely.
Pamela
March 12th, 2013 at 9:14 pm
Really nice. Words and rhythm and line turning were very satisfactory and flowing.
March 12th, 2013 at 10:02 pm
That first verse. I could read that first verse all night long. Totally captivated with it.
March 12th, 2013 at 11:45 pm
Every single time I come back here, I can’t believe I ever spent so much time away.
You are amazing.
March 13th, 2013 at 12:25 am
97 shades of dawn’s pink necklace . . . i know i’m condensing here but that looks great together doesnt it? what an awesome set, for sure.
The rythmns are fantastic, particularly in the central stanza, which just sings!
a cool cadence throughout offers great ease in the reading 🙂
March 13th, 2013 at 6:05 am
Brilliantly observed and beautifully constructed. This illuminates those restless hours so accurately. Great write.
March 13th, 2013 at 12:50 pm
Wow, that last stanza just floors me. Especially
“there is grey and there is black
and ninety-seven shades
of hope in between”
A well-crafted poem.
March 13th, 2013 at 2:48 pm
I brilliant piece and I enjoyed it very much
March 14th, 2013 at 6:28 am
Being dull, I had to read this three times and it was worth it. But it was easy to read three times because the rhythm, phrases and the length invited me back.
I love the life you gave your sheets — I will never look at sheets the same. “Just loud enough to hold you with a whisper” — which can only be heard at night — or perhaps in the ennui of the mind. I like that there was no white — only shades of grey to black – a stark realism.
All topped with a fine photo. I love when folks decorate their posts with their own photo or art — very cool choice.