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Metameric Failure

I love the title. The rest... eh.  Still learning the art. 

Metameric Failure

I spoke to someone the other day
Who says he only sees in black and white,
Though he's learned to talk about gray
As if it really exists,
When he knows the world has nothing in it
But ice,
And deserts,
And the darkness far underwater,
And the emptiest hours of night.

So I tried to talk to him about prisms,
And Navajo sand painting,
And luminescent jellyfish,
And the relative temperatures of stars,
But the word that kept coming out
Was "gray".

"How sad," you said when I told you,
"But you can't always change the way
Other people see."
And you went back to reading the paper. 
And I nodded without agreeing,
And stirred my turquoise coffee
And spread another pat of pale blue butter
Across the crimson toast. 



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 1st, 2008 01:24 pm (UTC)
This is so beautiful. Thank you.
Jun. 2nd, 2008 12:01 am (UTC)
You're welcome! :-) and thank you! Knowing people like a poem makes me feel very good. :-)
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