Soft is the petal of a rose.
Wet is the dew on it’s head
Sweet is the fragrance of a flowers scent.
Loud are the cries from an infant.
What colours adorn these things?
What beauty do I miss?
The petal is soft under my touch,
almost velvet in suggestion.
My teardrops taste salty,
as they run my cheek.
Waves of fragrances sweep through the air,
as their perfume surrounds me.
Strange cries I hear in morning hours,
awake me from a sleepy head.
You take all this for granted,
what I miss as I pass this way.
You see what I can’t imagine,
now and everyday.
I walk with a white stick,
as I travel on my way.
You walk with eyes wide open,
still missing everything I say.
No colours adorn my world,
nothing is what my eyes see.
But, can you describe a colour?
So a blind man can see.
Alison and Melvina have both said what I would have said. You can feel colour through your fingers and hear it through your ears. It's beautiful through seeing eyes but can be felt in many other ways. A great poem, David. Love, Fran xx
I agree with Allison, when one sense goes another sense takes over. The blind are much more observant than we are, they hear, taste, feel much better than we do, their sense of distance is awesome. It's amazing what God does for us. This is an excellent poem and certainly does make one think. Well done David as usual.---Melvina----
What is colour if you cant see, or sound if you cant hear They become another sense... like small or taste or feel... The colour of a rose is the velvet touch you feel... The sun shines today as hot as you feel.... When one sense goes another takes over.... Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the true beauty of a thing is felt.. even before it is seen... then the colour is Reveled... David 10