Making Conversation

A Poem By Hannah W. // 3/22/2012

Better for me to simply say
my very favorite color's gray.
Instead, I tried to explain
how it's the color of winter and wonder and rain.

And how can I complain?
Sparrows wake me every day
and every night I hear the trains
pulling, pulling, pull away.

I hear the thunder slowly fade.
I grew up in a leafless shade.
So many things I try to say;
I throw my words, they ricochet.

I ought to simply state my name
and bite my tongue; but in vain
for what from small talk can be gained
when we could talk about winter and wonder and rain?

Comments

 I really like the ryhmed

 I really like the ryhmed words...gray is not my favorite color but I liked how you made the color gray  sound so...magical!

Lucy Anne | Thu, 03/22/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

.......

I love the color grey.

And this is a magnificent poem! The beat is perfect. I just love all of it. I likeed the train part a lot too. ;)

Bernadette | Thu, 03/22/2012

 Oh that is splendid! I love

 Oh that is splendid! I love it. :)

Renee | Thu, 03/22/2012

That was awesome :) I love

That was awesome :) I love how you described gray.

Erin | Thu, 03/22/2012

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Lovely Grey

 I wish Owl City would set this to music...

Anna | Mon, 03/26/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

This is so cute!

This is so cute! A kind of magical-poem. :)

Madeline | Thu, 03/29/2012

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

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