Numbers Are Poem by William Kofoed

Numbers Are



One is pale blue
soft and smooth
it is cool to touch
but not quite cold

deeper blue is two
a bit of yellow
not quite as smooth
not quite as cool

three yellow becomes
with a little blue
with a texture you can feel
and cool no longer is

four is green
with little yellow there
growing warm to the touch
a welcome feeling now

Green is five
full of life
comforting near
safe it feels

six still green
a touch of red
rich and full
warmer still

seven a deeper red
just to touch a green
growing darker to be seen
growing warmer still

eight muddy is
rich and dark
colored not at all
becoming something else

nine is not
fully red
a touch of green still
beginning to be hot

Friday, August 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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