White


I am the moment you were born
I am your winter
and I will wait for you
to paint me

mishunderstood

I lie here untouched

not as pure as you may think

so empty I am

but yet you piously place

me on your pedestals

 bleached, blank and bloodless

you walk by my waxen skin

uninspired but

I am your thoughts, unwritten

the surrender to your pain

a place for your tears to land

and shadows to dance

I am every snowflake fallen

leaving no trace of my existence

I am the moment you were born

I am your winter

and I will wait for you

to paint me

For Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub.

Join us as we are write from the perspective of a color.

I am your host and excited to see a rainbow of poetry.

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