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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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.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
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!
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
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!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 I though to try something different for once. 💄❤️
Very interesting perspective on beige, which often gets overlooked in the palette. I like the worldliness you give it 🙂
Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
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?”
Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
spiced beige – sounds interesting! Love those closing lines.
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Yeah, I would never have chosen beige, feel incapable of generating enough ooomph to capture it , but you nailed it beautifully Sanaa, Well done.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Who knew that all the other colors envy beige!
Thank you so much, Alexandra 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful metaphors, and I like the description of beige as “sequestered.”
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
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! 🙏
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The wealth of imagery makes beige anything but a washed out color! So lovely, Sanaa, to follow in the footsteps of your imagination.
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Beige does have warmth about it. Love your beautiful images throughout your poem. Beige is living on the edge weighing the risks. An interesting concept.
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beige never looked so good. Not my favorite color but you brought it to life. I especially liked, “swans smudged white with winter”
Thank you so much, Alicia 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I never thought of beige as the type of color to misbehave, but I really like your reinvention of this color.
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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
Thank you so much, David 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
“Beige, is a splinter of logic lodged inside us like a scrying glass, a mirror upon which we turn out stories untold.”
So strong Sanaa, excellent writing!
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
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!
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I just adore that last line, Sanaa!
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So like that you have described one of my secret favourites! Such a delicate examination of a misunderstood and maligned colour.
Thank you so much, Max 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️