I’ll write today
not fight today.
I’ll paint, compose, I’ll create today.
I’ll take the gloom and spin it into thread.
Gorgeous hues of greys and blues.
Take my mental loom and weave it
through and through
into something fresh and new.
Something colourful.
Something comfortable
that makes you just feel wonderful
cause greys and blues are beautiful
in another context.
So, what shall we make next?
What sadness shall we take?
What despair shall we remake?
Tears rolling down the cheeks turn to paint as we
dab, dab, dab away at our next work of art.
The numb void of grief becomes full of story
sharing tales of a loved one left
and keeping their memory in the room.
Anger fuels a sound that carries it far away
on the wings of cathartic release.
Then peace, for a while at least.
This poem was just pent up gloom
that started bouncing around the room
then boom
it’s channelled into something new.
And if that’s not magic
I don’t know what is then.
It’s inside each and every one of us
All we have to do is listen.
2025
Greys and Blues are Beautiful
