I woke up feeling beige today.
Not the clean crisp beige
of a freshly ironed blouse
but rather a slouching hoodie-ish shade
a graying beige-
greige if you will.

Not exactly blah,
but very much without feeling.

The self imposed garrotte
with which I constrain myself
is beginning to chafe.

Serial discontent
is courting malfeasance.
I can smell their sex.

Yet I continue to tell myself,
as long as I acknowledge their presence
I can deny them entry.

I am no longer as deft a liar as I once was.

The Prompt: crisp beige, was provided by Misky on The Twiglets.

13 thoughts on “Greige

  1. Ah, a new word! I wonder just how long it will take to catch on. I like your definition of it. 🙂
    I woke to a greige day; shoveling last nights snow early – expecting a full greige day, with more greige on the horizon.

    The lies we tell ourselves are for self preservation. I think though, that just by the expression of emotion in our words we gain strength so we can grow and gain honest perspective, and hopefully find peace.

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      • Ah: Greige is simply beige + gray. The addition of gray to beige creates a richer color, that can work in a cool or warm color scheme. The level of beige to gray in your greige determines whether it is a cool or warm neutral…

        Well then thank you for introducing it to me.
        I have a list of odd words that I haven’t added to in a while. I think I shall add griege.

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