Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Pervading Grays - Poem by Sophia White

The sky, seen through a window,
Is a dead and tasteless hue.
No sight of sun or rainbow,
The gray’s devoured blue.
Not even rain breaks the scene
And adds a blest respite.
All is base, uncouth, and mean
No beauty is in sight.
No, no break from dreariness
All is gloom and stale.
Enveloped in this weariness,
I myself am pale.
And my own face turns gray
In the shadowless spare light.
I fear that this melancholy day
Will never succumb to night.
Oh! To see the stars again
In an ink-stained sky,
And hear once more the moonlight spin
Its silver lullaby.
To feel the nightly breezes
Caress my careworn face
But until this gray-light ceases
The world’s a sullen place.

Comments about Pervading Grays by Sophia White

  • (7/14/2006 9:52:00 AM)

    can't have been more congenial, and the sky isn't gray virtually formost of the time, maybe during certain period- rain during morning or emotions may have an influence esp when day is monotonous/moody. (Report) Reply

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  • (7/8/2006 1:15:00 AM)

    you captured the essence, never-ending feel, of a dreary day so perfectly, Sophia! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

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