something to relish
green, just green
a color verdant with
life, mixed
with blue
intertwined thus
forest and sky
may be one in the same
green, just green
the stems of sour buttercups
the patina gracing
old copper coins
the sea unseen by my
dark eyes
the smell of lime and
coniferous pines
green, just green
the color of veins
running warm
beneath skin
wrapping around
bone, muscle, tendon
and sinew
that make the most
trusted hands
green, just green
oh, I could be green
with envy
that the streets you walk
know your steps
that pencils and brushes
know your hands
but tonight I sit green
new and naive
oh, to be green
to be green
Thomas Abalahin
Thomas Abalahin (he/they) is a young Filipino-American fresh out of university, though they're still trying to figure out what to do. When not writing poetry, they invest themselves in learning about colonial mentality, land sovereignty, and how to better participate in contemporary movements. Besides that, they also enjoy reading about the stars, the oceans, and falling in love. You can follow them on Instagram @tomasito_d or on Twitter @tomasino_d.
About This Poem
Have you ever seen a color and thought of someone? the color becomes them, and you’ve painted a portrait.