That's pretty accurate. I really wrote it just going off of this one image in my head, and I just expanded on that until I felt like it was done. You're right that it's kind of vague, because I didn't mean anything exact by it; I just intended to create a "sense," a feeling. That's what I like to do with a lot of my poetry.

I want to show you something
that you've never seen
or imagined before:
The world is orange on gray.
^^oh snap!!! love the last line it was random and not explained yet so it was a clincher!

Only a dusted, finished tiger's colors,
without the plush
^^ Great imagery here ! fit perfectly and was so appropriate to follow up the last stanza

A dimming sun burns low through smog,
a humming glow, toxic, radiating
onto smoothed gray boulders, simple
as chalk drawings.
A volcanic plain but dried of the molten red flow--
it swept this clean long ago,
turning the last algae into smoke and ash, and so now
nothing moves...
only the barren wind with its dust, slowly rolling--
This is what will last forever.
^^ very unique writing! you painted many pictures it wasn't scattered though it was composed and brilliant

I loved the way you wrote this it was very different i have not read anything like it which was refreshing it was in NO way cliche and you chose your words perfectly 5/5