Not black and white Not green, red, and purple And not other color symbols However, the absence of color And that, the color Color without the identity of a color. Without color in the understanding of logic The color in question is easy to digest Maybe it's hard to interpret And it's a separate part And not part of colorlessness. Sinking without color With a sense of peace Like nature, smiling together with its essence Developing, changing according to its natural function Without greed that destroys civilization Proud of the integrity of the amazing ecosystem. Not a color about human error Imitating animal adaptation, free to destroy Not like color, tigers prey on deer Not like color, eagles stalk fish in the ocean Not like color, arrows seek targets But this is the color of humanity Humans with all their aesthetic values. Sometimes it's better not to Paint and remember about color Just be quiet even if not sharp. Needless to say, that the color of the morning is covered in coolness Needless to say, that the color of dusk has a scent Needless to say, that the color of the night is haunted by darkness. Choosing without color Although considered useless Because this is a color of the era At the end of time Like the stone age repeating itself in the future Declaring the law of the jungle is very wise The era of humans is smarter than the smart Having reason, but always for hypocrisy.
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Even a ‘not’ color is a color of importance… as a symbol of the crazy world we live in. Well done!
This poem appears to be in my opinion, an abstract meditation on truth, identity, and the human condition.
Removing color asks us to see differently, stripping away all pretense and judgment... What’s left is either clarity or emptiness depending on how we choose to perceive...
Your piece left me quietly stirred like standing at the edge of a still lake, unsure if I’m looking at water or a mirror... The way you speak of color.... Not just as something to see!!!
but instead as something to feel or question!!! It really unsettles the way I usually categorize meaning...
I felt a kind of grieving in your words not for the loss of color itself, but for the layers of identity and humanity we’ve painted over truth.
I hear in your writing a deep longing for simplicity, for purity and for something untouched by pride, violence, or performance. It’s as if you’re asking this deep and powerful question
what remains when all symbols are stripped away?!!!
What is real when even our very inner truths and perceptions are stained by ego?!!
And yet, even in this colorless contemplation, you paint something incredibly and amazingly vivid!! It is a warning... it is a hope....It is a lament!!
You remind us that perhaps the most honest state is one where we stop trying to name everything, to own everything!!
Instead simply return to being quietly humble like nature!! Like the essence we have all forgotten.