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Colours Don't Run!

Today's poem talks about our essence. The poet's essence here is fire. And the poem is all about the drive to channel this fire.

Green, that is the colour that cried to me.

It wants with all it heart to live.

But it is cut down, put down, forced down,

Like everything of its nature.


Yellow, is the death that lied to me,

It drops like water in the hands of its varnish branches,

Begging me to plug it from its life source.

Limping, Swerving, Dying.


Colours don't Run

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White, is the evil that you embrace.

It puts in what nature calls holy.

Calling its own creator unholy,

As it dazzles your eyesight with your folly.


Black, is the truth, that is naked,

Bare of cleanliness and dirt.

It stands strong and nude

Daring you to break boundary to embrace its Truth.

© 2020 Akinkunmi Testimony

Comments

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on November 16, 2020:

Interesting way to describe what colours mean in our life today.

Love it!

manatita44 from london on November 16, 2020:

A powerful piece Bro. I think I'll steal that style, not your poem, of course, but it would be nice to do something with colours. An innovative idea and an exquisite piece. Bravo!