green is the loudest color
an ode to the new home

it melts away here
burns through decades of
plastic faces
plastic emotions
chain reactions
of insecurity in the heat
ice and fury
pool in shadows
between joy and wonder
but this place
an antidote
for self-consciousness
how much more
can you stand out
when you are one
or one of two
so you can only be
who you are
and green is the loudest color
it also happens to be the kindest
life will out
yes
this place wants life
this soil wants life
this water wants life
life will out
and while i plant my hands
in the clay
during rainy season
to grow food for our table
i grow roots
we grow roots
past our plastic faces
fill our hollow ribcages
and extend
our accordion spines
hold hands while
our faces adjust to the sun
and our hearts stay uncaged
i am scared.
i am inspired.
i am in love.
there is no room, no time, for masks
because
life
will
out
About the Creator
River and Celia in Underland
Mad-hap shenanigans, scrawlings, art and stuff ;)
Poetry Collection, Is this All We Get?

Comments (5)
This is so lovely and healing 😭♥️
I like the sense of hope here :) It’s contagious in a way. Also, as to see you link your own reading, that adds a lot to the poem, being able to hear it in your voice with the delivery you intended
life will indeed out 😍 this feels like a far more poetic dr. ian malcolm line "life finds a way." i love it so much and i love that you are finding peace and connection with the earth. it's wonderful to know the places in the world sheltered and safe from the "plastic faces" and "plastic emotions" of western sensibilities are thriving. or perhaps my interpretation is off... but either way, this poem feels like healing.
Very optimistic and inspiring I reckon. I’m so glad you are finding the experience so enriching… and I’m thinking this might be for the masks challenge… I like it! 😊
River, you look so well. This new life is scary but in my experience, the scariest things reap the biggest rewards. Love to you both.