Colourblind Poem by Maggie Munro
Colourblind
Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.
They say we are not truly real,
that all life is illusion,
but if there is no life or death
I can’t reach my conclusion.
So I’ll just stick to simple thoughts,
of laughter, love and bed,
for what’s the point of being Blue
when it’s more fun seeing Red?
Nice and philosophical. That is what I call substance and there's much of it in your poem.
Life and death and in between we fulfill our aim. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:52:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent poem Maggie, a definite 10, and fantastic viewpoint on living, thnx for sharing.