Layers of Grey

A Poem Over Coffee

 

Clouds are layered

As sloppily strewn towels

Awaiting the wind

To wring them out

 

How long must I wait?

As it has been

Too many days

Waiting for them to dry

 

I spy the grey walkers

With their pursed lips

And their grey dogs

Looking strikingly similar

 

Each speaking to the best

Of their company

Perhaps about the weather

Encouraging the other on

 

Watching, I sit a washed

In all my grey misery

Sloppily folded

In my old grey chair

 

With pursed lips and my hair

Turning a new shade of grey

Unknown to spring skies

Just waiting for the towels to dry

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear P.... a magnificent metaphor with the clouds and the towels. a grey day, grey clouds, grey people, even grey towels, wet from bursting clouds or just the damp, grey day and the damp grey mood...." I sit washed.. in all my grey misery sloppily folded in my old grey chair"....your words are extraordinary!!!
but not unusual for you my dear friend!
Warmly, B

[Lorry]

I do sympathise as a feeling I know and see only too much of. Today though was bright and sunny, so I just shut the shades as it takes a while for us to get used to brightness here, which is usually longer than any bright spells last.
You capture the monotony that grows in the bleakness of being within a grey world with no sign of change.
Even wet towels are appropriate. The opposite of their use of being fluffy and light.
Your words have power. Even now at 1am, I sit here waiting for the sun hopefully to appear once more, feeling a chill at the thought of grey seeping into my soul once more.
Hopefully on a day far away from today though.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is such an amazingly put-together metaphor.
I will never look at one of my wet towels the same again. I will probably run outside and look up at the clouds.
j.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Gee Patricia, I’m trying to feel sorry for you, but just can’t quite get there. Here in Seattle it’s sunny and bright, about 70 degrees, all the trees and flowers are in bloom. But I do like your poem, quite a lot actually. It’s a great start with the clouds/towels analogy. And I like the walkers with their dogs observations. You have given me a really unflattering impression of a rumpled, gray haired, aging woman slouched in her favorite chair, coffee cup in hand. The image would be completely perfect if the other hand held a lit cigarette, grey smoke curling skyward. It’s a lovely poem.

[Lara]

I counted atleast twelve shades of grey and then found three more in being reminded I've left the washing out on the line and it's raining!

An especially tidy form strapping in the poignancy with 'pursed lips'. The mood of the room pervasive

[Patricia]

getting tired of the grey but I am starting to see a bit of sun. thank you for reading and commenting, much appreciated. Have a beautiful day!

[isla]

Hey there,
I am Aubrielle I like to read stories well I want to appreciate your writing its such a cool , Thanks for such an amazing story to make my time spend well your writing inspired me to make something for your story such as cover art or characters and I want to create it for you with fair prices and I hope your readers will enjoy it too,
Thanks for having me.
Well, I will be happy if you look at my art work.
Discord: islaaubrielle02
Twitter: @AubrielleIsla65
Instagram: islaaubrielle02
Gmail: aubrielleisla25 (@)