Writing 201: Elegy, metaphor: Fog

Times and places we see in such rainbow hues

A picnic, or a visit to grandma or monkeying at zoo

The colourful moments of those that then lived

Hearty laughter and ideas they believed

The wide open space in the middle of the house

The glum & the numb lost in chaos

Of friendless times in laps of love

When at 100 m/hr the tongas did plough

Accelerated due its riders’ lung power

The earthen stove, smoking up the food

That makes reality into an apparition

Clouding my eyes for no apparent reason

I try to remove the haze with an impatient swipe

But all my memories are now just in black & white.

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