Flowered vases
Do thee no justice
Beauty dwarfed by immutability
Naught but segmented vibrancy
But what of fear, uncertainty?
A Shadowed, insidious alley
Where no rainbow treads
Yet we all must head
So venturing forth, hand in hand
Shadows and colors interwoven
You and I
Illuminating our path
Beautifully intertwined
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (12)
Lovely, and I recognised the title source
-A shadowed, Insidious alley where no rainbow treads- 😮🤩 Gorgeous work, my friend!!!
This was absolutely lovely! Such a wonderful poem!
Love the title of this and the direction you went with the piece! Bravo, friend!
Wonderful, Matt!
Oh, pal, this is stunning. Funny that your phrasing is very similar to mine a little. I hadn't read this until after you commented ha. I think the doth would have ruined this one. IMHO. You are such a stellar poet, sir. Honestly, love it!
beautifully written!!
Great song and sentiment!
One of my favorite songs! Well done once again. It's sort of an adorable skip towards mortality ✨
So lovely :)
Whew……the epitome of color in black and white. Beautifully executed
Beautiful writing.