
The sky is orange today
That is a good thing
Much better than grey
Dark and menacing
Not black like night
Black is the comfort of a blanket
With no stars
You can’t see what hits you
And that’s just fine
As long as what hits you
Does it’s job and ends the line
But the dark of grey
Like steel in the sky
Menacing and mean
Just waiting to strike
Rain may fall
Like acid upon my skin
Or perhaps a lightening bolt
Electricity to burn my sin
Grey hides the danger
Until it’s too late
They come from above
You don’t see them from far away
They drop like dimes
Into a well, to make you unwell
Released from unknown hells
That’s okay because today
The sky is orange
Like a fire’s rage
Burn up my eyes
Burn away the grey
I’m happy to see an orange sky
Probably something burns
But it is far away
Orange means the sky is free
That’s good enough for me
They say once the sky was blue
With white clouds
And when days would start
And when they would end
They’d have a varied hue
I doubt that’s true
But maybe one day
I’ll see a sky that’s blue
Today the sky is orange
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem that involves a color or multiple colors! There is no particular form, length, or rhyme scheme required…your poem just has to be colorful!
This was more of a speculative fiction type poem and in a general sort of way; not really fitting into a specific genre but it can fit into more than a few depending on where it takes you. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Firstly, what a photo!!!
I will now read the poem…
…
The poem was great,
the ending of the first stanza made me a bit sad and then I reached the last one
and I read it a few times,
the emotion is almost touchable
and maybe it was not intentional
But to me it’s like that.
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Thank you! Actually took that on my phone. It came out so nice! Secondly thank you so much for the words on the poem. It’s always good when the emotions come through with the words. Thanks for reading! 😊
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I definitely picked up the speculative fiction vibe. Scary, yet so calmly told. That last stanza! Nicely done.
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Thank you! It’s just another day but an orange sky day and that makes it a good day. But a bad day … Yeah, I like the way that came out. Thanks for reading! ☺
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Nice poem, I like the return to the orange sky as the anchor in this. Well done! 👍
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Thank you! It seemed to work well as an anchor with the circular nature. Glad you enjoyed. 😊
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Love this “speculative fiction type poem”. And like Kim, I feel the beginning and closure here with the orange sky image. I especially like these words”Black is the comfort of a blanketWith no stars”This idea of darkness bringing comfort…I can feel that in your words.
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Thank you! I’m glad that came through for you. There is a sort of comfort in the unknown when you’ve accepted whatever may come from it. Thank you for reading.😊
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I enjoyed the circular feel to this poem, Stew, and I agree that an orange sky is better than dark and menacing grey. And yes, ‘black is the comfort of a blanket’. This morning the grey clouds are clearing, and I hope to see a ‘sky that’s blue’.
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Thank you Kim! I think the circular really puts an end to the poem yet puts it in a whole day after day cycle. Hope you have many blue skies. 😊
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My pleasure, Stew. It’s a hot one today.
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Colours can be frightening! England certainly seems to be afraid of them!
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It’s the grey skies. Tends to freak them out a bit if there’s not enough clouds. LOL Thanks for reading! 😊
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“You can’t see what hits you
And that’s just fine
As long as what hits you
Does it’s job and ends the line”
Haha! Indeed.
We often have orange skies here in AZ and I love it when we do.
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I hope your orange skies are just as bright as blue! 😁 Thanks for reading!
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