The shadows frame this painting
they keep calling the world,
changing the light to darkness
that colors the wide meadows.
If there was no black in this world
to balance the eternal white,
there would be no tomorrow to
balance the long yesterday.
Black is the color of my emotions
that make me who I am,
for without a contrast to white,
I wouldn’t be perfect.
If there were no black in shadows,
this world would be blind,
for how can we see in brightness
that hurts our naked eyes?
The shadows frame this painting
they keep calling the world,
and the black shade of happiness
is what I always long for.
© Jay H.
March 21, 2007
Author notes
The color is - surprise, surprise - Black.
A contest entry
- Why do you love the color Black? by Lj-.
350 points, ended March 24, 2007, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - *~*Colors*~* by Regretlove.
450 points, ended April 7, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think - be truthful and bold; I don't break.
Comments
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Very nice! Thanks for entering!
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This is really great. It's laced with wisdom and loveliness.
I really liked:
"If there were no black in shadows,
this world would be blind,
for how can we see in brightness
that hurts our naked eyes?"
Thank you for entering,
Best of luck! -
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I'm very glad you liked this piece.
Thank you for your kind words; they mean a lot to me
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You're very welcome
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