Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Poetry Slam Poem #3 (Tamar, Amanda, Brad, Sam Ng)

3. Sight

Sometimes I wonder, do we all see the same
When the light goes through the eye and gets flipped by the brain?
When we look at a tree, the image we see
Enters through a hole in our eye- then it’s flipped upside down, and right side up in the brain-
Sometimes I wonder, do we all see the same?
What if my world is upside down and yours right side up?
What if the colors we see do not really match up?
What if my blue is your red, and your red is my green?
These things we call colors, what do they really mean?
Are they just names that we have assigned,
To fit a society in which we all must be aligned?
If we set up a television through a wire in our mind,
Would the image from each of us be of the same kind?
I know the sky is blue, as we all do
But what if my night is your day and your sunrise my sunset? What if my grass is blue and your sky is green and in this world of colors-
Is it really all just black and white?
A canvas for our mind to paint.
A coloring book to use as a guide.
Because sometimes I wonder, do we all see the same?

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