Thursday, September 22, 2005

Life Undaunted

Crisp contrast and blurry edges,
Black and white and shades of gray,
Colors sharp like well-trimmed hedges,
Will I be mystified today?

Personalities abound,
Skipping, laughing, angry tones,
A missing letter I have found,
And history will not condone.

Stuffing, pushing, store away,
Never to be thought or spent,
Another hazy, vivid day
Shouts out for me and where I went.

(c) 2005 by Jack Huber

1 comment:

Ashish Gorde said...

It's the last line of each stanza that makes the poem stand out and elevate it.