Brown like the mahogany pews in the Rectory
my mother used to polish
as a side job when I was four,
trailing behind her with a bucket
of Pine-sol–that clean burning smell
of brown sloshing bubbles.
Brown like the carpet squares she
single-handedly pieced together
in our low-income house on Hwy 2,
her Cat Stevens’ filling my soul
like water as I spin and tap
in my hand-me-down corduroys.
Brown like the two-door Dodge Monaco
I was conceived in.
Brown like the side of my
daddy’s Old Style beer cans.
Like the hue of bruises.
My mother’s eyes
like chocolate…or almost
more so a brown crayon–if
you pressed hard enough
she’d see you.
My father’s gravestone
covered in October’s wet leaves,
the damp bark, the muddy puddles,
the brown smell of change.
And today, my own eyes a living sepia
staring back at me.
24 thoughts on “TONES”
that was a beautiful read
Thanks Bill very much
wonderful rendition of color and memory , i found it moving
oh heck… that made my heart ache amy… there can be good and not so good memories being tied to certain colors and it gives them a certain rotten “smell” that is not easy to get rid off…ugh..
thanks Claudia 🙂
What powerful associations and memories – brown is indeed a colour not often admired, and yet it’s earth, with all its connotations both positive and negative.
…that last lines are so much relatable to many for sure… what a melancholic write… it touched me for real… great write… smiles…
wow thank you very much, Kelvin. smiles back …
Colour as evocative for memory. Nice.
you infuse brown with lots of feeling as you take us on a journey through its intersection of your life….the bruises, gravestone, staring at your own reflection…makes an effective progression amy
Oh, I like what the color suggestion brought out in you…brown has a lot of meaning for me as well…all of its shades strike a chord in my life as well…more so than a lot of others, they run the full spectrum..nicely done!
Such strong images throughout the poem…bravo!
Very fine work here — old memories all do seem sepia, and the more grievous ones become darker. A hard weave of memory here, heavy, yet the browns are intimate, are of home. Great work Amy, and Hi. I sure hope you’ve been well.
Brendan, so great to hear from you. I’ve been well, thank you. And you? I gotta go read up your blog–for some reasons all the blogs I follow no longer come to my email.
Wow, so beautiful. I love the descriptives! 🙂
You have redefined brown. Touching and skillful work here.
well thank you very much othermary
yes. the world needs more brown poems, and more writing as fine as this. so glad to have found you just now
Hues of life….
Now this is what I call a POEM! You have really brought the meaning of the color brown in your life alive. Strong realism. Excellent.
Wow thank you Mary!
I love the different hue and meaning you bring to Brown. I loved the way they all connected to you, until they see themselves looking back in the mirror. Excellent.