The battle of black and colour

Everyone needs some colour in their life!

The battle of black and colour (version 1)

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

The light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.

A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.

A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty.

They basked in the attention, gaining strength in recognition, a power with which to continue the battle with black and to win,

to this day,

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The battle of black and colour (version 2)

Black was ruthless.

This was not a friend but an enemy, absorbing all colours, pretending to protect the spectrum but leaving each shade weak and puny, hidden in the depths, breathlessly submissive.

Dormant the colours rested, exhausted but dogged and resolute, waiting for light to penetrate the dark shield.

The light came.

A dawning realisation of hope began to strengthen their form.
A radiant heat of love teased the tint into the open, for all to see.
A cascade of optimism splashed and sated this new world,

and a rainbow of colours emerged triumphant in their glowing beauty,

16 thoughts on “The battle of black and colour

  1. Hey GB! Thanks for the commnent ‘Bwahahahahaha, gigglesnorts, gaffawe’. The challenge now is to write someting even funnier just to see what you can add! Actually, if poetry ‘fills the gaps words cannot fill’ that is great poetry!
    My reaction to your comment was Bwahahahahaha, gigglesnorts, gaffawe!

  2. Beautiful and huge. I would have ended the poem a little earlier though. Coming back to ‘the battle with black’ dips it downward in a kind of crashing way. Battling things over and over is tiring and kind of pointless. Maybe letting black have his place in the spectrum, as contrast? It is a gorgeous poem though, each line has that rhythm which seems to rotate and unfold into the next, building momentum, which gives the opening out into the rainbow its inevitable radiance. Fantastico!

    • Thanks Paul for your great comments as usual :), I’ve put a 2nd version up in line with your comments. I am in 2 minds – haha – your version is lovely and uplifting (as are your poems at the moment – must be the beautiful weather we are having). I wrote the first version to reflect the ongoing battle with black, which reflects my perception of reality – this may be too depressing for some people and does deflate the poem a touch. WHAT DO OTHER PEOPLE THINK – V1 or V2?

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  4. Black is a colour that seems to lend itself to personification. I feel it whenever I write about him. I like how in version 2 all of the other colours emerge triumphant. I really liker this!

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