love is shade movable as shadow;
it is scintillant brightness;
it cannot be defined as if it were
a color described to someone blind
as orange…azure…emerald… a
dainty pink…a blood deep red
its thinking etches or erases like
lace edged sea foam on a beach
it is invisible as gravity…sensed
like space between tick…tock
no spell is implicit in its sounding
for its spelling is not sacrosanct…
it may as well be evol…olev…velo
enough…for we think of it as warm
or chill or thrill or pain or ecstasy…as
literal as pinch…sustaining as if breath
Art by Thomas Pollock Anshutz
8 thoughts on “thoughts for the color blind”
So glad you think so, Nancy. Smiles.
Bonnie, loved this,especially scintillant. Smiles…KB
Know I appreciate your “insider’s poetry” knowledge, KB. Smiles.
These river words are quenching.
Charming comment,Simon. Absolutely.
bonnie, I enjoy the sense of “play” in many of your poems. i smiled as i read the pun on spelling and then various spellings.
As I write I have a strong sense of all my readers involvement…as if…well, I used to lead nature trekking…”Look an eagle !” Hoping they’d see it first. You’ve no idea how much I appreciate your insight.