Colour
I was once asked a question
That left me bereft of reply:
Do you dream in black or white
Or do you dream in colour?
To say I was speechless
Is to belittle my reaction:
How can I dream of a place
That hasn't been created?
The world is made of colour
Not just every thing:
But also sounds, letters, numbers -
Even thoughts have a glow!
My dreams are memories
Of my daytime doings;
My actions, thoughts, fears and longings
And they are made in a coloured world.
Even the night has colour,
If only one stops and looks.
It is merely that colour is muted
When the sun is not on show.
So as to my reply I said:
How can one dream any other way?
That left me bereft of reply:
Do you dream in black or white
Or do you dream in colour?
To say I was speechless
Is to belittle my reaction:
How can I dream of a place
That hasn't been created?
The world is made of colour
Not just every thing:
But also sounds, letters, numbers -
Even thoughts have a glow!
My dreams are memories
Of my daytime doings;
My actions, thoughts, fears and longings
And they are made in a coloured world.
Even the night has colour,
If only one stops and looks.
It is merely that colour is muted
When the sun is not on show.
So as to my reply I said:
How can one dream any other way?
© Jimali McKinnon, a month ago
Submitted to contest on AllPoetry.com Prompt: Write a poem that includes COLORS. I recently wrote one and that can serve as an example. But please do not copy the entire style
