I told you right?
That love and support would make me alright.
Didn't even cared about the shedded blood,
Because all I ever wished was to be loved.
The bar of expectations was literal below the ground,
Until someone came and actually made me feel found.
Earlier, I used to get lost,
And kept waiting while getting covered in the frost.
Someone came and broke that shell,
And pulled me out of that bleak hell.
My soul was hurting,
From the cheerfulness this world was flaunting.
This was coming from someone,
Who has lived in darkness and got it's entire soul burned.
The bruises still hurt,
But somehow they seem to disappear when someone leans it's comfort.
Words won't be enough to talk about drastic change,
And an uncertain life arrangement,
The change, a single thing brought in my life,
When I was on the verge of tearing it apart with the knife.
I'll always be grateful to that someone who removed me from this phase of dark and blue,
Didn't really needed any therapy for that colorblindness because my cure has always been you.
Categories:
colorblindness, art, beautiful, care, devotion,
Form: Rhyme
Grandfather
you gave me
no justice
in your seeing
things
with bigoted
injustice
WHY
would you say
when I was
young
that if I
took a black
man
to your home
that
you would
shoot him
Grandfather
I loved you
so much
but
those words
scared me
so much
See ..I was
just starting
to date
appreciating
the other
species
and you
through me
into a
tailspin
with
your demands
Grandfather
though
you are
long gone
you did me
no justice
without
colorblindness
Making sure
I dated by
your rules
Grandfather
shortsighted
you were in
your bigotry
I grew up
believing
that desiring
a man of
a different color
was going to
end in madness
with a hunters gun
aiming his
bullets
and pulling
the trigger
scary thoughts
for some young
Grandfather
you gave me
no justice
to look at
my brother
with color
and say
to myself
we are all
god's children
and I can be
attracted
to who I want
Grandfather
I'm putting away
you gun
and your bullets
and I'm going
to say
You gave me
no justice
in your
bigoted ways
Categories:
colorblindness, abuse, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Night is coming
Even though it already looks and feels of night
It isn't here yet
Gray veil covers the sky
Rain plays its sad tune
But pink flowers contrast green on Japanese Magnolia
Night is coming
Color blind person would not be able to see
The green leaves that are in contrast to the pink
Nor could they see the contrast between the white and green on the Bradford Pear
Night is coming
Rain increases it rhythm, the grayness in the forest deepens
A heaviness weighs upon my body making it uncomfortable to breath
The rain washes the pollen away for right now
Night is coming
Colorblindness would be a disadvantage for a person in many ways
Some of the beauty of spring would be lost
But they would probably notice shape and design more than someone who sees color
Night is coming
When the darkness covers over me then I won't be able to see how to write
This would be a great disadvantage in accomplishing finishing this work
The yellow green or banana yellow yard light has come on it light radiates outward
In the distance a very large tree reaches upward skeletal but has few spring green
tiny leaves that contrast the gray sky.
If I were color blind I would not see that.
Categories:
colorblindness, introspection, life, spring, light,
Form: Free verse
Color, beautiful colors so fair.
Decorates life with beauty, gemstones.
Days without splendor could bring despair.
The human retina, its rods and cones,
Designed to paint man’s world with grand hues.
View majestic colors on earth’s throne.
Hues that paint nightlights with great amuse.
Storefronts, theaters and streets bedecked.
Beautiful colors: reds, greens, and blues.
Sometimes there is a spectral defect.
Pigment askew sees colors untrue.
Changing the vistas one might expect.
Colorblind people tell some jobs adieu.
Electricians, painters, and even cooks –
Let’s hope there will be a cure breakthrough.
On the good side, according to books,
Colorblindness detects camouflage.
A benefit, finds enemy nooks.
Corsage, collage, sabotage montage –
© March 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Color Blindness
Sponsored by: Olajide Adelana
Categories:
colorblindness, people, science, sympathy,
Form: Terza Rima
COLORBLINDNESS
I had a confused childhood cos I was colorblind
But still I was the logical and persistent kind.
I would ask mum what color - maybe brown?
No, she’d say - it’s beige,
Well, I didn’t know any French then. . . .
Or she’d say - it’s natural
So, I said, are black, blue, green, yellow unnatural?
Ok she’d say - it’s fawn
How do I know what colour a fawn is?
Well son, it’s kinda biscuit colour
Did she mean chocolate biscuit or coconut?
Ok, you can call it - stone-coloured, son
Did she mean white limestone or black basalt?
No, she changed her mind - it’s more like oatmeal
Ok, so what colour is oatmeal?
Well, kinda biscuity-natural, son. . . . .
And not to mention the problem with
Lilac, heliotrope, purple, pinky-mauve, lavender, heather,
But the worst was wine-coloured. . . did she mean red or white??
And don’t get me started about
Lemon, mustard, cream, daffodil, and.. . . .
I think I went colorblind just to avoid all the confusion
Of shades of colors in profusion
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Entered in Olajide Adelana's Contest Color Blindness
Categories:
colorblindness, childhood, mum,
Form: Free verse