"Knowing Blue"
A word.
Impossible to describe
A word with words.
Like using a pen to write its name on itself.
Like describing a color.
What is blue?
A color, A word,
Refragmented light?
When you think of blue, what comes to mind?
The cool, late Autumn sky on a sunny afternoon,
Or the smell of fresh laundry on the line?
The coldest vanilla bean ice cream?
The wind after a violent storm?
Taking a long drink of icy water
Or laying your head on a cool feather down pillow?
To some, Blue is just another color,
A word to describe a color.
I cannot figure out how something so pure
Can be so shamed by simply being called
A color, A word.
To me, it is much more.
A word.
Impossible to describe
A word with words.
Like using a pen to write its name on itself.
Like describing a color.
What is blue?
A color, A word,
Refragmented light?
When you think of blue, what comes to mind?
The cool, late Autumn sky on a sunny afternoon,
Or the smell of fresh laundry on the line?
The coldest vanilla bean ice cream?
The wind after a violent storm?
Taking a long drink of icy water
Or laying your head on a cool feather down pillow?
To some, Blue is just another color,
A word to describe a color.
I cannot figure out how something so pure
Can be so shamed by simply being called
A color, A word.
To me, it is much more.
