"The Blind Who Dreamt Colors"A Poem by L.C. Jarrette"Who says the blind couldn't see?"I dreamt of
the day that I could see colors. To grasp the sublimity of color schemes, To teleport into the colors of dreams Oh, how
colorful and meaningful life that would be!
In this plain old canvas where we exist, They say that colors give life and bliss. Every color has its own part to contribute to the world. Then why are different colors opposing
each other? Isn’t that
absurd? In this day of chaos, of endless color clashes, Different colors might contrast but it also
enhances one another. Don’t ever
think that beauty solely lies in your own point of view. I think all you
have to do is to see the art beneath the abstract of it all.
Someone told me " Eyes are not the sine qua non To fathom the beauty that lies behind these
hues." He explained that," we all perceive hue differently. The hue that you see may not be the same hue I
see." Now, if you
ask me what my favorite colors are…
It would be the glorious colors of the brave; Hoisted and marveled with great pride and
honor, For these colors
have witnessed history and many battles unfold. The lives of the ones we’ve lost and loved in order to protect the canvas of which they are
shown. Provoked in the sight of bloodshed; it will manifest its ire and be unfurled upside down Making it more
majestic than anyone has ever known.
Red, is the symbol
of patriotism and valor. This scarlet
rage represents the real passion of fire; It’s desire to wage war and deliver it to its triumph Conquering the deadliest enemy of
all - fear.
The royal hue of blue, known for its reserved and calm disposition is the essence of
tranquility, With the willingness
to sacrifice oneself for freedom. Blue, the symbol of peace, truth and justice would then be our guide to the voyage of
purity. The golden yellow - color of the sun Signifies unity, sovereignty and freedom.
These colors
that have covered the caskets of our heroes will be solemnly folded
and passed by on to their heirs. Illuminated at
night and hoisted at the peak for a moment Then flown at
half-mast when mourning, in honor of the decedent From that day
until the day of interment it shall be flown, it shall be flown...
Now you tell me if I am blind, For I see everything beyond the naked eye. Once I dreamt
of the day that I could see colors. But now I understand
this color harmony. Because in
this color wheel world the blind can now finally see. © 2017 L.C. JarretteReviews
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Added on June 7, 2017Last Updated on June 8, 2017 AuthorL.C. JarrettePhilippinesAbout"Let your voice to be heard." Hope you'll like my poems...happy reading! more..Writing
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