The Language of Colors

A teacher once taught me the language of colors

The hidden meanings beneath each shade and hue

Each with its own secret personality

She told me orange was the color of anger and hatred

His favorite color always was, and is, orange

His hair was orange, his highlighters were orange

The blanket in the back of his car was orange

His words were orange, and his spirit was orange

She also said blue was the color of serenity and strength

He has always hated blue vehemently

His furniture was blue, his best friend’s eyes were blue

The subaru station wagon he bought was blue

But nothing about him personally was ever blue

Green has always been the color of youth and life

He hated green almost as much as he hated blue

My favorite sweater was green, his plates were green

The weeds in his yard were green and his soap was green

But he never could bear to be in green for long

My teacher taught me the language of colors

And taught me the importance of dating rainbows

But, silly me, I fell in love with a grayscale

Reviews

[lua]

these words create such vivid imagery, a really fascinating read

[rosesofgrey]

Thank you so much!