Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #147
I Can't See Colors
by Belinda Roddie
I can't see colors - all is black and white.
I'm not a dog, but still, I cannot tell
if you're wearing a blue shirt or a bright
green one. It's all gray to me, a gray Hell
of dull shades, dull hues, dull tints, dull shadows
of lifeless grass, sunlight, even ketchup
bottles. I can't even see red, which blows,
because I'm sure the color red is much
cooler than all the others. When I kiss
my girlfriend, I don't see pink in her lips.
I can't compliment her on the long list
of nail polish that she applies. Still, it's
an exciting, fun world, despite the flat
lack of all color for me. Fancy that.
by Belinda Roddie
I can't see colors - all is black and white.
I'm not a dog, but still, I cannot tell
if you're wearing a blue shirt or a bright
green one. It's all gray to me, a gray Hell
of dull shades, dull hues, dull tints, dull shadows
of lifeless grass, sunlight, even ketchup
bottles. I can't even see red, which blows,
because I'm sure the color red is much
cooler than all the others. When I kiss
my girlfriend, I don't see pink in her lips.
I can't compliment her on the long list
of nail polish that she applies. Still, it's
an exciting, fun world, despite the flat
lack of all color for me. Fancy that.
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