White

They tell me that white is not a color,

They say it's a tint and there is no other.

But I don't think that's necessarily right,

Let me tell you about the power of white.

As I shut my eyes, it seems

My mind drifts to the place of my dreams.

Over the hills and cities I find

The one place of splendor and serenity, Cloud 9.

I sink into the soft pale cotton

And think of the things I have never forgotten.

Those photos without color, those four feet of snow

Marching band gloves well before our first show.

The already-read pages of my favorite story,

The flawless uniform displaying my father's glory.

An old "winged" shirt I wore the first day

When I fell unconscious but I turned out okay.

The part of your eyes that accent the brown,

The beaded material of my mother's wedding gown.

Easter lilies planted in my back yard,

Pieces of paper I refuse to discard.

All of my memories related to white,

None of them fade, they all stay bright.

By my dreaming has ended; I'm leaving Cloud 9,

I now know there's a place that I can call mine.

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Wistful and poetic. There are some good, strong images thrown out here. A worthwhile read indeed.

[Michael X]

color and imagery blend into emotive life context poetically, well done!

[Daethli]

It's wonderful, i just loved it c: