He said to me, you feel things.
Like really, feel them.
Like the yellow scent of the sun is brimming behind your eyes,
and the whiff of blue coming off that person’s hair
is off dancing with your own.
By now, they are entangled in some darling love affair.
He saw how their smile turned my cheeks pink
and my brown eyes sparkled just so
when that little human walked by with ruby painted toes.
I see it, he said. You feel things.
With this emphasis on feel
Capital F
Underline, bold, italicize,
Feel.
Like the green of the trees sing for you as you walk
and the blue torn up couch lingers on your skin
well after you have stopped sitting on it.
You feel things, he said.
Like the purple haze of your brain
would not be able to contain
any more emotion
any more sadness
or joy.
You are already bursting
with such color
with shimmer
and what to him, felt like sweet summer.
Oh, you feel things, he said,
like really, actually, truly feel them.
And for a moment, I slowed,
head in a magenta frenzy,
wondering,
pondering in deep red,
why it would be so peculiar,
dare I say magical,
that I was Feeling this life so differently,
that he felt it necessary to tell me,
that he felt it necessary to declare that it was unique.
About the Creator
Madeline Docherty
Just looking out at the world and wondering why?
Curiosity is my muse.
Gardening is my love.
Connection is my inspiration.
Just looking into my world and wondering how?
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