Blue is My Favorite Color

Call me blue eyes, for I have held love’s gaze,

or name me by my blue tears, for I have witnessed love’s end.

Yellow daffodils perhaps --

I too unfold while spring tells me

certain suns have set, and yet

these days are just beginning.

They say green to mean naïve,

but I do not wish to be a cynic.

I do not wish to hold back, speak untruths,

or be that muddled half gray half blue,

I am raw pigment.

Powdered pollen from flower’s stem,

carried by wind and

winged backs. Take back that slander of uncertainty.

My uncertainty is red,

burning like fire, licking my heels, pushing me harder,

farther than any colorful name you knew, see I--

I am more than just blue.