Green
I’ve found such an appreciation for the color green. Symbols of growth, vegetation, replenishment, restoration, life, and love are what draw me to the color; encouraging me to write in her honor. The world often uses this color to represent greed, disgust, envy, and many other negative connotations. Just like the color green, I often feel misinterpreted. Throughout this very delicate piece I discuss the evident need to appreciate her existence with language that shows rather than tells. The original version of this poem lacked connection from the poet to the page. The revised version gives green more of a voice and allows the reader to make more concrete suggestions of the message behind the color itself. There is more of a sentiment provided, so it was fitting for the title to change to an ode.
Green by Anyah Jackson
Melodious winds
shake hands with yellow
and blue.
Moss lining trees,
Invading crevices of
bark.
Meadows to envy.
Desperation wrapped
reluctantly, intertwined by
vines pulling you back
to youth.
The grass promised to take care
of her. Protect her beauty,
For the world abandons the
need for her pores to breathe
in and out.
Valleys shudder at the idea
of losing her –
Vegetation courses through veins,
The face of all things new.
She’s noble.
Even when she dies,
she comes back
restoring what was
lost in winter.
On her worst day,
she fuels our lungs -
We pull from her spirit.
We’d be lost without her,
She gives more than we
deserve.