Words

 

How do these simple lines of black and white

this monotone of flat and dreary sight

arrest a carnival of gay balloons?

Why do they sing to blush the cheeks so pink

rush to flush the blood in crimson ink then

darken dawn

and douse the flame so soon?

Why bleach the brightest sun its yellow hue

why strengthen shadows in this violent blue

by casting moody clouds to pale the noon?

Why slash with swords

Why bruise with livid blows

Why wound with words

when not so long ago

She was your lady

You, her shinning knight

Life was a rainbow

Never black or white

(c) Mary Tang 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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