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Stacey's avatar

Even a ‘not’ color is a color of importance… as a symbol of the crazy world we live in. Well done!

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Tara Deacon's avatar

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.

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