I wrote this a couple weeks ago, actually, and wasn’t sure about posting it. Insecurities and all that. But why not? It doesn’t make any sense, it won’t hurt anyone. Here’s a poem.
If I said ‘yellow’
would you address my claim –
would you turn into a blue-sayer –
would you ever take me seriously again?
It is not ‘yellow’ of course –
nothing is ever yellow
and yellow is indeed nothing –
but could it be a color at all?
Could it be an absence of color
before it becomes an absence of words,
of feelings, of yellows?
Think about yellows, talk about yellows.
And lose sight
as I repeat yellow unto you.
For it is not ‘yellow’
– it is LOVE.