Grey Dawn

ash of ages
grey matches
feelings in exactness
every way
each curvature’s
chronology
phrased in words effaced
no depth of field
no contrast to appraise
a form or raise a shape
no interplay, no
joie de vivre
this aggravating
day allows
ennui off the leash
hopes soon fade –
rain begins again
lobotomising
endless silent greyness
fasting senses end
an empty feast
with spectres hollow
laughter booming a
monotony
© 6 April 2009, I. D. Carswell