(this is an experiement in rhyme – i call it free rhyme becuase it comes from me – a free verse poet attempting to rhyme)
come a winter day
white and brown and gray
passes this day
like many a day
passes away
memory’s a haze
blurring before our gaze
black & white photos
along these days
seconds and minutes and hours blend
they never end
white and brown and gray
darkening day
we move as shadows
bent to our knees
crying pleas
we pray
come what may
white and brown and gray
still remains this day
black & white photos
waiting on sun’s rays.
Harnessing Chaos 