The Colors
August 31, 2012
It’s Friday which means it’s time again for the Friday Fictioneers. Madison Woods hosts Friday Fictioneers and the concept is simple: see a photo and write a 100-word (or thereabouts) story. Learn all about right HERE.
Photo by Stacy Plowright – “Clouds in Toronto”
The Colors (a Decastich)
The sky holds no color today save shades of gray.
The colors are saved for another day;
for a day when I feel like looking
at the reds. And the yellows. And midnight blues.
For the happy day –
the radiant day you wait for and dream of –
the day that never arrives.
Yet you continue to wait,
wondering, “What is wrong?”
the silent colors waiting with you.
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Michael B. Fishman
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Nicely written. “waiting for a dy that never arrives’ how despairing. http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/friday-fictioneers-harmattan-rain/
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I enjoyed this, I really love the last line.
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Interesting. I had to read it several times and let the meaning slowly soak in. It almost feels as if she’s refusing to see the colors that are waiting for her to accept them while she demands grayness and despair…
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Fascinating and poetic. Great line, “silent colors waiting with you,” like they are waiting for the observer take a brighter view in spite of the gray.
http://ebooksscifi.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/fallout-copyright-2012-ilyan-kei-lavanway/
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Somber, despite the use of color.
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I learned a new word…decastich.
Unfortunately, this sounds like a case of “There are none so blind as those who will not see.” I hope the narrator can break through the clouds that surround him/her to see the colors.
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“the silent colors waiting with you” gives it all away – they were there all along. After all, its no good listening for colour! A lovely round ending.
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