"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.
SavingPollyOliver · Sat Dec 20, 2008 @ 05:16pm · 0 Comments |