The green.

No, this is not about spring or nature, it is about the green,

 

We pointed

We grinned

We whispered “finally”

The green was about and roaming

No this isn’t a poem about spring

It’s a poem about the green, and me, and my people.

 

The green hovered high

Above the rickety houses

Our poor city held

 

The movie stars reporters

They came from far

And the rented out rooms

To get a glimpse or a picture of the green

A picture of the green would give you instant millons

 

The top-dogs had started the chase

But I am the younger brother

Who has the cheapest clothes

Who lives in the darkest alley

I am an under-dog

 

But who says the under-dogs aren’t better than the rest

We run and jump and live

No one gets to us

Nothing gets to us

For we have no one or anything

So we aren’t distracted

We steal our food

Enough food

Only what we need

And grow strong

We are strong, we have already faced fear, fear has shied away from us

 

The green is fast though

Whilst the top-dogs ride in cars

We run on our feet just as fast

 

I can catch the green

I have waited for this

I see it

In plain sight

Merely standing there

Wondering who and what he is

Kinda like me

 

I pounce on IT

It wriggles much, but my grasp is tight

But it feels wrong

I was once a green too wasn’t I?

I was released too, wasn’t I?

 

So the top-dogs come pouncing in

The second I let go

They were all once greens

But they don’t care

They lie, saying they skipped the phase.

They lie

But I say it aloud

I don’t coward away from truth

 

Here comes a blue.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I made this after reading a friends poem, called There once was a me... or something like that. This was supposed to stand for uniqueness,or courage,or something that poem standed for, i think it might of come out with a diffrent meaning though.

Reviews

I really, really, really like this poem. It's as if you're writing about something mystical or surreal. What is the green? It really makes me wonder, ponder, and well, basically think.

The ending is brilliant because it leads to suspense; I'm wondering what's the blue?

I'm most likely wrong, but I think of the green as an emotion-happy, vibrant, fully alive. And then the blue that is mentioned at the end seems to show a sense of foreboding, like gloom or sadness or a sort of demented state.

And there's my attempt at a review...