The white light of who’s reflection.

The white light of who’s reflection.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Colours blind reflected
the prism of life
where the dull white
transformed
a rainbow in question.

But whose colour
was whom?
And who were they
worthy of colour?

The colours of being.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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abstract and colourful, refracted, with Newton sticking needles in his eye, waiting for white light, white noise, enjoyed,

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you gram for your words.
there are many colours of being.....but part of us should be blind to that because inside we are all the same color...human....
i really like this...
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you J for your kind words and yes how true!

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andrew mitchell

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