Colors (by Shel Silverstein)
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
[Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends, New York: HarperCollins, 1974, p. 24]
Ann Fowler picked this poem to share for last Thursday’s poetry reading. The theme was “color,” and these eight lines are all about that. In fifty words (a few more, if you count the contractions as two words), a simple and profound truth: what we are on the inside is so much more than a passing glance of the outside reveals.
Twenty-six years ago today, I stood with my love in a church chapel. We said our vows and began a whole new adventure. I know Dave better than most do, but I don’t kid myself into thinking I’ve seen all his inside colors. There’s a lot more to see.
But what I have seen these past twenty-six years: amazing.
August 25, 2020
4 thoughts on “Ann’s Colors”
Oh Johnna! So lovely and Happy Anniversary 26 years to you and Dave! From these past 10 1/2 years, the colors of Dave I have seen are quite amazing too! We at Christ Church Plymouth are extremely blessed!! ~Robin
Thanks, Robin! Peace, Johnna
Johnna….just catching up here but your comment on the poem brought tears to my eyes! Such a beautiful thought on the person you’ve shared your life with! And I agree with Robin…the colors we’ve seen thru you and Dave have made an amazing Kaleidoscope for us to see and learn from. Happy Belated Anniversary!
Thanks, Debbie! We’ve had an adventure so far – as have you! Glad you are a part of it! peace, Johnna