| Poetry |
monochromasy
I can feel the colors – how about you?
Ever see the green through dew?
The promise of the blade so sharp,
Front yard songs sound like harps.
I can feel the colors – how about you?
Ever feel the water’s blue?
Lakes put on the ocean’s clothes;
its want of salt it never shows.
I can feel the colors – how about you?
See the berry hanging due?
Dangling from the branch to fall,
its flesh and blood, it offers all.
I can feel the colors – how about you?
the crystal white of thirty-two?
When all is frost and left to die,
And all the light ceases to try.
I can feel the colors – how about you?
Do colors feel the way we do?
Do November roads cold and black,
accept the sole and answer back?
By Paul W. Hankins
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