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The Dusty Gray of Me

By Jane GuyPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Gray
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The dusty gray of me

Resides between the pages

Of books that come before

And devoured

Or unread and ignored

On shelves as yet unreached

The gray of clouds

Stormy and ripe with malcontent

Or wispy tattered and bereft

The gray of the pencil

Shunned for lack of vibrancy

Too subtle too obtuse

The gray of a horse

Robbed of dapples

Hobbled by age and misuse

The gray of eyes

That have seen too much or too little

That twinkle cry or plead

Uniquely me

The gray of spaces in between

The areas obscured

Places of mystery and doubt

Areas to hide

Or areas to flout

What would we be

Minus that area

That space

That haven

In which to flee

To thrive

To survive

To be

The dusty gray of me

Unique and vital

Allowing those more vivid

More vibrant

To shine

surreal poetry

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