black and white dverse
We were grey
Children who grabbed toys
Hooted, hollered
Delighted in the mud, the mess
More was marvelous
We were grey
For we didn’t see
In only black and white
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Love it!!! I just commented on on Linda’s poem that perhaps we started out “grey”. I believe it could be true. 🙂
I like the different layers of this poem, and the different images the color gray suggests. olors are very personal, aren’t they?
thanks 🙂
I once saw a child look intently at a picture of a bare-breasted African woman carrying a fish on her head–his comment was “That woman has a new hat”. Children can be marvelously unaware of details which may make an adult uncomfortable–if only their naivete could be preserved.
“Delighted in the mud, the mess”—certainly, children are far beyond conscious but rather curious about their being young & innocent. Dirt can teach a lesson too.
Ah.. the song of HDTV.. do children sit..
where the song of black and white of
US in 60’s and before..
sizes more colorful
in rings of human
Imagination
and Creativity
come
truth.. as Tree Houses
of Life.. in sand and mud..
where Grand Canyon
and tributary rivers
of Niagra Falls.. are
in front yards of
friends..
next to
an
Oldsmobile..:)
It’s so sad how we pass on to our children that black and white thinking, our biases and distorted views of reality. Nicely done, Bill.
So very true of children! They are color blind in a good sort of way.
Mud rocks! Often, without adults around to mess it up, children do live in the now, the more is marvelous, grabbing toys, running about, hooting….I wish we could stay like them in this respect.
ha – we used to play in the mud as well… i think that’s a healthy thing to do for kids
builds the immune system, but we are all clay, aren’t we ?
We can certainly learn from children. Nicely done.
Grey is a comfortable color. Of course, children and mud go together!
I like the childlike exuberance in your poem. 🙂
Thanks Imelda – when my kids were young, a black friend from work would often visit us. One day my youngest about three said to her, Linda your skin in black. In all the visits before she’d never noticed… proof to me kids are color blind until we teach them different.
The joy of not being restricted nor deprived to enjoy a life of colors from those rigid culture of rules.That’s the way it is billgncs!
Hank
Yes, don’t we grow and make our world smaller sometimes.
I bet you had a lot of fun smiles ~ And I agree about children not seeing people and things in black and white ~
Love that “More was marvelous,” especially.
And I’m still a big fan of mud. 🙂
me too Dee…. I’m glad you liked that alliteration
Its funny. Your and Linda’s poems are almost exactly opposite. I think that it is easier for kids to be understanding, to not see the difference and so it makes it easier on them to just get along and not feel like they need to take a stand.
that’s the beauty of poetry, isn’t it. I also think children learn many bad lessons from closely observing adults.
Grey has shades, tonalities… It is not black and white!
Well said!
we are not binary, are we ?
The first time I was told that dogs & cats do not see in color, I wept. Then later, I began to think that if cones were left out of their retina, it might be cool to inhabit a B&W world.
some learn color – some to be color-blind.
I had to chuckle because your poem went in exactly the opposite direction as mine — from gray to black and white, rather than black and white to gray. Nice. Peace, Linda
Maybe we sometimes loose the ability to see anything else than right or wrong.
or kids don’t see color – it’s something they’re taught.
I had not thought about that… 🙂