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Colors

by Cynthia Baello (Age: 63)
copyright 10-07-2009


Age Rating: 10 +

Sometimes colors
Cloud opinion-

Sways the heart,
Blurs the vision.

White on top,
Black below,

Yellow, brown-
These have to go.

But with one color
It is said,

All are bound:
Their blood is RED.





July 11, 2008

"Man looks at the outward appearance,
but the Lord looks at
the heart."

I Samuel 16:7b







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        10-23-2009     Raja Sharma        

The poetry is at its best when the poet speaks from heart and the persona produces the words.
You have said it so simply and so beautifully.
I never judge the work on the basis of its appearance, I mean the surface structures, the underlying structure or the soul is more important to me.
The person's voice does seem to be gloomy and depressed but the concluding lines do produce a consolation.
In this beautiful world of God, unfortunately people do have their own opinions which surpass The Creator's meaning.
Everyone is free but only few get to the beatitude that is really Divine!
You have a heart which beats for others and a beautiful mind which suffers because of others.
God bless you
Rajasir

        10-09-2009     Cynthia Baello        

Thank you Mae, I just had many previous experiences where my skin color sort of influenced the views I get, and maybe if they did not know my color was brown, their view would have been different and the treatment less biased.
I like to think I am of the color rainbow and not just one color, and this poem says we are all parts of that rainbow, diversity in color may separate us but our humanity is connected by the red color of our blood. Unless we are aliens, and our blood may be green :-)

        10-07-2009     Mae Futter Stein        

Cynthia,
It's like the picture of the recipe looks delicious, but after it is tasted, not so good.
Don't judge a book by it's cover. This is what I got from the words of your poem. Also black is black and white is white to some people, but not to me. I see what you are saying in the poem, and it is very true to the point. Mae



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