Hello all, I am new to this site and have been into poetry a few years now. I am looking to expand my overall knowledge of poetry, techniques and critical analysis. I have to say I've always been inclined towards the darker sides of poetry. I was quite delighted to find the 'Dark Poetry' section. I welcome and appreciate all critiques, and do me a favor and don't take it easy on me.
Two Different Colors.
We sit together,
you and I,
in front of the new television.
It stands next to the fake tree,
a three piece set,
with a metal spine,
and branches like pipe cleaners.
The dog still thinks,
that there is water underneath.
We decorated the tree this year with sighs,
and only two different ornaments.
We took out the star off the top,
and put a question mark up instead.
Like the tree,
we canít measure up, I know.
And so it is okay I decide,
for us to be imperfectly unreal,
to live black and white.
Behind the tree,
and through the front window,
my grandfather walks outside.
Dead ten years.
He is black and white,
he wears a coat of whiskey,
a hat full of tears,
and socks made of tombstone.
He stops in the middle of the sidewalk and,
stares at our tree through his dusted eyes.
He cannot figure out why he stopped.
I follow his every move through gray eyes.
He starts on his way again,
before I can think of an excuse not to go and get him.
If he ever asks,
Iíll say I was too busy living in two different colors.