I asked the boy who could not see;
and what colour is like.
why black,
said he,
is like the icey hand of death.
purple is the taste of berries;
and red,he said,
is my romance and anger for sight.
I think,pink;
is a warm soft blanket huddled around me,
and white is the happiness that lies in my heart....
Author notes
"Rebel"
A contest entry
- 1000 Point Contest for Forms by Glenda L Hand.
500 points, ended August 2, 2006, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Although this is a nice piece and we would of liked it to go further, you did not note the form and so do not move to round 2.
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