Colour blind

Hindsight is always 20/20

Plans that were plans have changed, again and again they keep changing, and will the world ever stop spinning. My motto for today: look for the small joys in the big universe.

I always see colour first when I look outside. I don't notice the birds or the clouds or the hidden windows with secret affairs behind them. I notice the green leaves for summer finally starting to appear and the sky the colour of rain withering away. I wrote a short poem using colour as its base... nature is colour and colour is what we see. I value sight above all my other senses, I would rather be deaf than blind - not so far from the truth as only one ear can hear nature cry out to be saved.
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Colour cliché

I have not the strength to be red
I have not the feeling to be green
I don’t want to be black
I don’t want to be blue
I am not bright enough to be yellow
Or pure enough to be white

The earth is no longer pure enough to be white
Anger has made you red like fire
The sun lights up the earth with yellow spray
Money is green, colour of rich snobs
Like the ocean at night instead of blue
When all the lights go out it is black

The black of night can scare you
The white can be clean but empty
Like the ocean can be vicious bright blue
The red of passion can make you burn inside
When green is stolen it makes them sad
The sun can blind you


The sun will always rise and shine again
Blackness can fade with morning
Nature can be green when fed right
There is always a pure heart somewhere
Red can be nurtured and softened
The blue can be crystal in daylight


No need to be lost at sea
The sun shines and promotes happiness
Red is the colour of fire but also of love
No need to be submerged in blackness
As my white dress is laid out over the snow
No need to be green with envy


Flowers flourish around me
I have found the blue eyes I can melt in
Pure as his heart is
Yellow daffodils show the first signs of spring, a new start
The blackness no longer consumes me
Crayon hearts on the cherry trees


Red and green should always be seen
That beautiful rainbow blinds me
The sun so bright it glows white