(a Poem a Day) -colour-

When day has been replaced
by dark and shadows,
cold brush of wind
shaking fences and
all the reds and greens have
faded to different shades of grey…

When colour has been washed off every surface
and all sounds muffled by heavy fog or mist,
a coat of dust covering every unturned doorknob
and a feel of once upon a time
in every webbed corner…

Only then, it truly matters
the simple shades of grey
that should be coloured,
the dull sounds of a doorbell
that should be chiming,
the empty house
that should be filled with love and laughter.

Only then it matters,
if anyone, ever, was kissed for the first time
on that creaking porch,
under that cracked light.
If anyone, ever, was carried over that threshold
six months pregnant,
in a white dress and no shoes.
If anyone, ever, played with a favorite doll
in an embroidered rocking chair,
by the big window in the living-room.

Only then it matters,
if anyone,
ever,
was loved in that house.
And if love stayed
when they didn´t.
In its reds and greens.
And greys.

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2 thoughts on “(a Poem a Day) -colour-

  1. I absolutely love this. The emotion it conveys to me is beyond words. I especially connect with the lines:

    “f anyone, ever, was kissed for the first time
    on that creaking porch,
    under that cracked light.
    If anyone, ever, was carried over that threshold
    six months pregnant,
    in a white dress and no shoes.”

    So beautifully put!

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