Colorless Poem by Phillip Liu

White is a no colored plaster
Used to fix the hole in the wall.
It is a reason I run faster.
Across the line I can put the football.
It is each grain of rice I scoop,
And each scoop sounding like a foam-tipped wave.
It is the everyday rice-porridge soup,
That Mom feeds me to start my school days.
It is an eight by eight dinner napkin
Rolled to cover the clean silver-ware.
It is the shiny new Aston Martin.
The one across the street which catches my stare
It is my old Nike shoes,
The ones with holes.
It is the music my friends choose,
The kind with all that soul.
It is a lone cloud inclined
In the sky that I paint on canvas.
It is the street line,
Which I follow with each gasp.
White is unbiased, it is ready for new ideas.
White is colorless
It is what I want my mind to be.
Ready for anything and everything that comes by me.