Towards Beige

The candle’s flame flickers in beige,

incapable of incandescence. 

Menacing thoughts race,

inescapable of relevance.

Lessons in the moment fade, 

as I trace my steps 

on charcoal chalkboard. 

Clairvoyance floods with joy

in a sea of cerulean hues.

Seemingly certain, it too

fades,  

slowly staining 

the remaining vibrance 

as it bleeds, 

blends,

bends, towards 

beige. 

Violence violates my contentment,

virtuoustic violins crashing into tinted violet. 

Hinting lilacs bring me from the brink,

sending scents as smoke signals, 

this cup of truth serum

is brimming with relevance.  

Seemingly certain, it too

fades,  

slowly staining 

the remaining vibrance 

as it bleeds, 

blends,

bends, towards 

beige. 

Purified bliss grasps firmly,

laying in the warmth of Christmas. 

Toasted logs 

pop(!)

with the escape of moisture. 

Crimson currants wick away concern,

welcoming serenity to find its seat 

around a mahogany table, 

emanating a feeling of being, 

belonging, 

melding into a communal

one.

Seemingly certain, it too

fades,  

slowly staining 

the remaining vibrance 

as it bleeds, 

blends,

bends, towards 

beige.

Michael Carney