Description: The most beautiful of colors are found in the skies. Those, I can't describe and dare not describe.
The Black, the White, and the Beautiful -------------------------------------------
The beautiful thing is these colors do not
Follow any particular path or light or fancy.
They mingle with those that make them
Vibrant beyond their usual time, and
Revel in the mix of colors they usually
Wouldn’t be seen with in public.
Look there at the white and aqua –
Sworn enemies since the birth of
Aphrodite.
Black and white, you say, but you’re wrong.
Black and white are everything but
Enemies. They compliment each other
Every time they pass the other
In market stalls, on the face of a pretty
Lady, on the famed grass-eating zebra.
I don't know what the other 3 people are talking about but I have to admitt, I wasn't feeling it this time. Although I really liked the last line, I didn't know what the heck you were trying to go for. Profound, thought provoking crap?
hm..that I will never know.
I like the black and white not being enemies and how they compliment each other...very good. well....overall, this was a strange poem for me because I wasnt' used to it but it is well worded so be proud.
The first stanza is definitely confusing to me >.< I've tried and tried, but I can't apply a deep meaning to me. It seems so much over my head. However, it reminds me of those 1970s neon light shows, and that Disney song about tecnolight shows or something.
The lady in black and white - Hehe.
You're good at making abstract, thought-provoking things...make them more clear though :)
very insightful. it was definitely a warm gush i felt when reading this... of colour, of course. i have this quirky habit of being.. synaesthetic... of mixing the five senses together in the strangest ways. this is what it made me think of for some reason, even though you don't mention it in any way here. and i also thought of particle physics... you know, all that strange quantum stuff which makes no sense but makes the most perfect sense.
Black and white, you say, but you’re wrong.
Black and white are everything but
Enemies. They compliment each other
I found these lines to be hard to read, they did not flow well. I like the title of the poem and that is what lead me to read it. but over all it felt forced to me. the best part was the last line about the zebra.
Submission Name: The Black, the White, and the Beautiful
