What's White?

What's truly white?

A bitter winter's breath

in sick, frozen nostrils

A bloodless arctic bear

starving for no kills?

Or is it the white of teeth

bared in fury savage

The white of a smarting bone

twisted out of its cage?

There’s white, too, in the mold

that grows like silent grief,

In cobwebs stuck to limbs

of light, splintered and brief

A sorry kind of white

In limp and fraying shoes

Jostles in attics pale

with other worn out hues

This white, it also looms,

in the hangman’s knot that bites,

in collars stiff and tight�"

but who seeks that brand of white?

Yet there’s the white of flags,

for truce and yielding meant,

a bandage frail and thin,

on sores both torn and spent.

In that kind of white, I think

We find agreement.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Neville]

Consider 'What's White' now well & truly red .. and enjoyed .. now write on .. 🤍

[AYVID N]

Thank you my friend. I'm so happy you enjoyed it. 😊

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

white is the colour of infinite light
white is the colour of a blank page
there is no other colour that evokes such strong emotions
and no other colour with so many possibilities!

[AYVID N]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this poem.