Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Planet Earth

It's  filled with grey,
like the looks of a mute, frayed canvas,

Where has the colour gone.

Where has it faded to?

What am I now.
What were we, ever?

1 comment:

rivercat said...

I like this poem. the fauves like matisse and vlamink loved color and rejected the "normal" aesthetic of a drab art world...so they just made thier own up.
I think grey is an inviting and more interesting background to paint than white. I dont know if you paint, but it can be fun. sometimes :)

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