A soft shade of beige

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Sequestered and wild from the depths of emotion is beige;
its mouth,
a slender, cobblestone passageway that leads straight into the mind
and speaks—
rummaging through troubles
as ice in the field ruts crackles under feet
deliciously.
Could it be so that swans smudged white with winter aren’t envious?
They create ghost shapes,
magnificent
against the curdled skies, conscious of heartfelt song that pours;
beige is a morning walk around the harbour and back.
When spiced,
there is a certain resonance; muted sighs melding with storm,
it urges one to flirt at the edge of danger,
holding onto the rail knowing anything is possible—there is no concept
of right
and wrong only different outcomes.
Beige, is a splinter of logic lodged inside us like a scrying glass, a mirror
upon which we turn out stories untold.

 

 

 

Photo credits: “Ice skate rink,” by Iryna Yermolova, Pinterest

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Posted for Poetics: “True Colors,” @ dVerse Poets Pub

40 Replies to “A soft shade of beige”

  1. I do love the way you focused on such a normal mundane color as beige and made it anything but…
    “swans smudged white with winter” … really liked that.

  2. I thought beige couldn’t get any softer, Sana, but you managed to create a soft shade of beige! I love the image of its mouth as a ‘a slender, cobblestone passageway that leads straight into the mind’ and the ‘swans smudged white with winter’ creating ghost shapes. And oh my, the final lines!

  3. I would never have picked out beige as I couldn’t think of anything extraordinary to say about it, but through your poetic alchemy you have done just that!

  4. You really did succeed at showing me beige, to a level beyond the abstract, personifying it with so many exquisite lines….but I really love the inquiry of this one:
    “Could it be so that swans smudged white with winter aren’t envious?”

    1. Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  5. I flirted with beige, but it lie on my synaps like cosmetic mud; decided to go with dynamic red’ my favorite color. This is a wonderful poem, lyrical and rife with uncommon glimpses and superb word-smithing.

  6. It’s so interesting to think of beige as a “cobblestone passageway” into the mind, “a splinter of logic” pushing us to turn out “stories untold.” It sounds like your muse! Colors are really so evocative, I enjoyed my time with beige here! 🙏

  7. it urges one to flirt at the edge of danger,

    Sanaa, reading your poetry is a humbling experience.

    The line of yours that I quoted above really makes me see beige in a totally new way.

    Sincerely,
    David

  8. a wondrous rendition of the beige that so many must be feeling in that cold chill you have now. Like your different style in this and those last lines are sheer magic … beige allows us to create colour!

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