Colors Poem by Caroline Bulleck

What is a color without seeing?
Is it hot and crackling flame?
The anger welling up within
Or the hot blush of shame?

What is a color without sight?
Cool water lapping the shore?
Is it the calm of sleep at night
Or the grief at my core?

What is a color without eyes?
Is it happiness from someone?
Is it the flash of cowardly demise
Or the warmth of the summer sun?

What is a color when you can't see?
The smell and sounds of springtime?
The feeling when one finds money
Or the taste of fresh squeezed lime?

What is a color when blind?
Is it the winter night's deep silence?
The feeling of a depressed mind
Or a licorice candy so intense?

Without sight what is a color?
The quiet chill of fresh fallen snow?
Creative potential of blank paper
Or emptiness inside that continues to grow?

What is a color without seeing?
Is it the taste of pumpkin pie?
The feel of autumn leaves falling
Or the crisp smell of the fall sky?

What is a color without vision?
Is it the smell of the fertile ground?
The taste of chocolate I indulge in
Or a steak's delicious sizzling sound?

What is a color without seeing?
The taste of chalky bubblegums?
How I feel when I can't stop laughing
Or the smell of blooming mums?

What is a color without the eye?
The taste and smell of a plum's skin?
Is it plush velvet against my thigh
Or the sensitive bruise on my shin?