The beautiful garden is sweeter

Queen and all, Demeter

This garden of all the ground

The one we all renowned

We all stand and stare at the one who conceives

At the beatuiful and broad leaves

We notice this color for its whole

The was it can lose all control

Some are quick to say it’s not a color

But they’re missing the point

Because it's not just one, but all of them

Every color meeting in a single space

And its body absorbs light perfectly

Where some see endless darkness

The poets know better

In it, they see Power

The rush of flame,

A curl of smoke,

The poke of a needle,

A drop of bright blood,

The waking of a baby at night,

A wailing scream and a mother shushing.

I sat and repeated the word over and over

And I couldn't picture anything

I couldn't form words

Absolutely nothing came to my mind

But an endless space of clouds, stars, lost souls and broken dreams

So

who

said

black

was

oblivion?

absence creeps into

the edges of my vision

a hit and i'm

falling into the void

funny how the

absence of color

can fill me with

so much nothing.

not in a rainbow

but it's in me

always waiting

for a chance to

obscure my vision

in darkness and night.

Sadness

Happiness

Bright skies-

not quite dark skies-

the petals of a morning glory-

tears of an (amateur drawn) anime girl

a drop of Dawn dish soap

one of my favourite colours-

Could you guess it?

A perfect cake,

Baked with loved ones

A color that is not just a metal

The color of sunsets

Of campfires

It is the color of life

And the joy that life brings us

It is the color of joy

And the joy that shows us what life can be