What am I?

A nagging doubt

As my footsteps dulcet echo across the darkened dismal cobbles of a dreary street



A whisper of solace

As our lives we share, and you weep and ache with despair



A cacophony of cheeriness

As we stride with gusto into growing uncertainty



A melancholy melody of metamorphosis

As I struggle to flutter and fly, reaching for the stars in the sky and knowing that I

wore the mask of the chameleon.


A rich and colourful cadenza of congeniality

As I reminisce and retreat

Into my own colourless void.


© Alison Jean Hankinson


This if for poetics at d’Verse.

The image was labelled for reuse and was in the public domain- wikimedia-

By Nic McPhee from Morris, MN, USA (Corn and sunflower (butterfly is optional)) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

15 thoughts on “What am I?”

  1. I love the shape of this poem, Alison, which reflects the tentative feel of it. I like the alliteration on ‘d’ that echoes like footsteps through the first stanza, the whispering sound and the ‘cacophony of cheeriness’.

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  2. Yes, that is who we are, changing our colours to meet the needs of others.
    And retreating into that colourless world oft brings solace…
    Anna :o]

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  3. I agree that your form enhances the message, but also that you have a multicolor aura, and that a “colorless void” was for your narrater only. This prompt has stimulated depth & introspection by all; so cool.

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