#drab
Beyond Drab
And Feeling Sad
You found YOU
BEAUTIFUL YOU!
© Debra Lea Ryan & ?
22.02.2025
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
This isn't a poem but a piece of writing to remember a wonderful person that was here before randomly dissapearing. Some of you might remember him. He was that one kind, older man who wrote poems i absolutely loved and was also my first follower. I'm not sure why he left or what happened but i wanted to write this so people would remember him. I never knew him personally and i didn't even know him for long here. He was pretty active on here and i feel like it got a bit empty without him. I love everyone here but i feel like everyone remembers their first follower/supporter, especially if they were active. So, Drab, even tho you probably can't read this, thank you.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:13 PM UTC
treating her sadly
in his dull pride admired
when his innocence, inoculated
with sour spores,
devolves into thick hides
jaded attitudes
and glazed gaze
raised in the house,
to only look in at the garden
via viewports distorted
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
the sun's shining patina
was absent on this drab day
every quarter of the sky
showed grey billows
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC
Deathly colored roiling clouds
River gleam bleeds insides out
Anguish a quiet ire gloom
Blooms of mushrooms grey and doom.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
She was a dainty little one, that's what her mother
used to say, but now she wasn't so young.
Time was a tide that had flowed over her hair once
blonde and flowing down her back now a shimmering grey.
But she had noticed a decline in the world of those of
mature age, clothes were drab ugly and grey.
So much unattractive clothing made by the mother of
modern age dullness. Trying to sweeten the *** by calling
each a different name
The Ashen Collection: It fell from the clouds and landed on you.
The Pearly Collection: Even beauty doesn't need colour
Were they not color blind? Ok maybe a few were, but
this was just horrible, it was like wearing cement.
Just as stiff and ghastly to even wear. This just made
people look frightful in dismal clothing not suited to be
seen in the light of any day they walked out in it.
So I had to make a stand, I had to keep this dismal color
from tainting the eyes of a younger soon to be older
generation. I had wrote to the fashion designer by
Email, what just because I'm old doesn't mean I haven't
got skills. Her name is Miss Grey Bottom....
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Dear Miss Grey Bottom,
As I am one of less years than more, it would be appreciated that
these years are filled with friends amusement and children's laughter.
I see though that your clothes line has been hitting the scene,
Yes I'm hip with the lingo..
I ask that you add a little color to this line of mature wear
due to the numbing effect it has on those wearing it?
There is no color in there face, no smiles just blank eyes.
At This time were most alive, we need the vibrant feel of life
in our daily lives. Not the mundane clothes that numb the senses.
Yours Sincerely,
F.G
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I waited and waited, well ok I waited two weeks, ya don't
know how long you have left, it was like waiting for paint
to dry under the ocean. But I waited I even shrank an inch
in the time I wasted. So I thought I would do something about it,
as more and more were just walking around in dismal
clothing draining what little youth they had left. So I got a
few of my crew, and we got our design on. Front loop,
garter stitch, knit left loop, there so many weavings that we could
tell you about but now the first piece was finished.
"Try it on, it was an mixture of all our creativity, so we got
Mr. Robin he was 65 years old and had such cute rosy checks..
He looked puzzled?? "What's a matter Mr. Robin? Half his head
was sticking through the top of the jumper, not worried about
messing his hair or lack of...
He then preceded to tell us that it looked like a unicorn had
thrown up a rainbow on it.. "Oh, Colourful metaphor,
and then he proceeded to dance, I think he was break dancing??
He had good moves for his age.
*"Ladies it itches so very badly, “I wasn't dancing,
"It feels like I have ants in my pants, crawling around
this jumper that I must take off now...*
Sighing and regaining his composure,
"I never knew I had those kind of moves still in me,
Giggling slightly, he then folded the jumper.
He politely put it on the table, saying that if each did a
singular design, their own creation that it would be an art piece,
each a creation of their colourful imagining.
But please, please not in wool, try other fabrics.
And with this ladies of knowledge weaved there ideas together.
Two months later and quite a few pennies spent they produced
their own line of vibrant colours fulfilling the gap where drab,
grey clothing had drowned the feelings of an older generation
needing colour in this moment of their lives.
It now felt like what once was missed entered their lives through
the creations of these vibrant grannies. But as there designs were embraced by the [silver mains] people of older graces.. The dullness was fading, and a certain lady didn't approve of such sunlight in
those that once wore her garments now being used as wash clothes.. Miss Grey Bottom was sullen for her plans to make the word
feel as she did, sombre in thoughts that weaved into her designs.
But she wasn't giving in without a fight, she brought out new collections that had a hint of silver grey a hue not colour but
not as bland... but this was a start, its was called the;
Cloud collection: Everyone has a silver lining..
Fashion Granny smiled, as she knew that seeing those of
Mrs Grey bottoms age infused had slightly changed her,
and with that they made more clothing to invigorate those
of climbing years..
Reviews were steadfast from those wearing there line:
Mr Whitehall: *I love the colouring of your clothing, it was
like it was made for my personality.*
Thanks F.G
Miss Waterson: *I feel like a millions pounds, this line enriches
my life every day I wear it.*
Thanks F.G
These were but a few of the thousands of reviews they were
scoring at 4.9 out of 5 stars in the reviews and the grannies smiled,
glad that they brought some reflection into their collection of clothing.
There was a knock at the door, and to all there surprise none other
than Miss Grey Bottom.
"Hi grey, about time you answered my email,
Said her sister. Yes Miss Grey was fashion Grannies sister,
older by 10 years 2 months and 3 days.
*"Why wouldn't you answer my calls and emails??
" I was really worried about you and those clothes so
gloomy yet I could tell the beauty was trying to come out
with those beautiful lines,*
She just stared at her sister in silence and then, noticing
a tear she wiped it with her thumb tenderly holding her sisters
face. Miss Grey burst into tears and Fashion Grannie held on
to her sister, they hugged for what seemed like forever before
Miss Grey composed herself. "I have missed you so much,
Fashion granny smiled,
"Me to, you silly sausage,
She introduced her sister to all those who helped her with
the colouring and design of their brand F.G, then they sat;
*"Your my sister I didn't want to burden you with my
problems,*
Fashion granny lent over and kissed her sister forehead
"You silly sausage, that's what family are for,
With those words a smile eclipsed Miss G B's face,
a smile rose across her sisters remember that beauty
that she once knew returning to her sisters face.
"Well you have me and my crew as friends now..
"Your crew, giggling aloud Miss G.B couldn't
even frown for she was for the first time in a long
time smiling, laughing.. Even though tears were
falling they were of happiness, not sadness as before.
Three Months Later,
The world had become a brighter place as sisters
and friends created art woven from cloth and not
only for those of silver locks, but these were hip
grannies they were weaving for the younger crowd.
The first show was about to start and they looked
out to see if many had come to see the new line,
A unicorn had thrown up a rainbow collection:
So much colour you'll see rainbows in your sleep
It was an international hit, and the grannies were so proud
of what they had done not a singular person, but as close
friends. They carried on with this until they retired which
was not as far away as you'd think. But they had made new
friends and two sisters had once again found each other again
both thinking of how proud there mother would be now.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC