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Colorless
How blue is the rain I cannot see
I ask as the walls keep it from me
Colors exist on other levels
Where I am not allowed to witness
Only steel and concrete
And wooden tables
Where I am to confess
I see black and white
And continue with life
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS
dreamy with touches of reality
ReplyDeleteThere is such starkness in this poem...powerfully done.
ReplyDeletegreat picture! i also see black and white.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece of poetry - as usual!! I''ve come to expect the very best from you, bro.. :)
ReplyDeleteI specially loved the way you put up this colorful backdrop.. tho in black nd white!!
I should say the same for your work as well, Dark Lord...Thank You!
ReplyDeletethe starkness of black and white... and shadow.
ReplyDeletelovely.
You can paint a very vivid picture with a few lines. Much respect, brother.
ReplyDeletepeace.
Ah, yes - if we could but see the nuances...Nice work!
ReplyDeleteWow- powerful words and image. Very well presented- and lots to think about.
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