Hues – Pick and Choose

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Hues – Pick and Choose

What color is silence?

What shade is solitude? Maybe the moment determines the dye. Perhaps the paint may be altered by attitude. What changes the colors of our moments of quietness? Is it our circumstances, our situations, our attitudes, our distractions or something far greater? Perhaps we need to pause, every once in a while and ponder the question.

What color is silence?

The Hammock

By Gustave Courbet

1844

The Color of Silence

Acrostic in Rhyme on a Rainbow of Mime

The color of silence may vary a lot,

His palette may change in a single sole spot.

Each tinge tainted only by matters of thought.

Consider an unspoken season of red,

Outshone only by a fierce tempered hothead.

Look further to find undercurrents of blue,

Of deepest dark ponderings, dyeing right through.

Reflect on the tints a grief proving true.

Oh, look! A green envious streak takes up haunt.

Forget not the force of an unspoken want.

Still, solace may settle in shadows of fear,

Installing a yellowish shade coming clear.

Look up, and you’ll notice a color alone,

Enticing to solitude, painting in stone.

No mystic salute, as it beckons us swing.

Check off-color comments outside of these walls;

Each hue, though absurd, simply shines as it calls.

Posted for a variety of prompts:

Acrostics Only (“the color of silence”)

Meme Express (Sunday invitation to Simply Snickers)

One Single Impression (“walls”)

Simply Snickers (“salute,” “stone” and “swing’)

Sunday Scribblings (“absurd”)