The Color of Concrete

Utah Jay By Utah Jay, 10th Jul 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Growing up in the city in my youthful years I began to become one with the buildings, and the streets, and the alleyways. One within the color of concrete.

The Color of Concrete

The Color of Concrete

I have tried with all due patience to carefully pen the color of budding flowers
Onto the falling pages of yesterday, but through my failings, I suppose,
I simply do not have that greenness of thumb necessary
For the successful accomplishment of such a strenuous task.

I think perhaps it is more than the planting of raw and naked syllables
Reaching to grow like a vine between lines of other imaginations,
Yet it is more than the thought of what one knows or feels that is implanted
Into the marrow of one’s work. It's the whole body that fills the empty seats.

What it all boils down to is the tastes that have wrapped about the tongue of one’s life
That shows the un-conceived sins of a boy who believes that he cannot be cleansed,
That he has somehow dirtied himself beyond the bounds of that last blood sacrifice
As he tries to cheat even the Savior Himself of his final pained achievement.

These flowers I have come to know grow thickly with thorns between bricks and mortar
A fresh flash of color splattered about the empty grayness of cluttered alleyways
Bloodied with the names of good people time has chosen to forget
And those pedestrians who came to willfully betray their broken dreams.

These I believe to be my rule of thumb, my reason for pen and pad however poignant
The screams of the non-believer rail against my window from the dirty streets below
Where the confused walk in circles of an everyday life, never seeing the colors
Painfully penned for their eyes alone within the stained cracks of forgotten concrete
Tagged forever within the hearts of the lonely.



Color, Colorful Expressions, Images, Imagination, Reaching Out

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Margaret Michel
11th Jul 2014 (#)

Where the confused walk in circles of an everyday life, never seeing the colors...loved this line! Very nicely done!

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author avatar Utah Jay
11th Jul 2014 (#)

It's always nice when the teacher notices ones work...Thanks Marqaret

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author avatar Kingwell
12th Jul 2014 (#)

Awesome writing my friend.

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author avatar Utah Jay
13th Jul 2014 (#)

Thank you Kingwell.

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author avatar Helen Thomas
15th Jul 2014 (#)

Lovely. Reading between the lines, it becomes even more beautiful.

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author avatar Utah Jay
15th Jul 2014 (#)

Thank you so much, Helen

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