The Sfumato or the Mosaic
The melting pot
the nation of the out and the in
people with almond eye
with the ebony skin
with hair of gold
with hands of white
do they mix
into a flag of many colors
or do they segregate
into blocky separates
where the canvas is a mosaic
divided and yet a whole picture
or is it a sfumato
where everything blends
and nothing is individual
but it's a color
unlike any the world has ever seen?
the nation of the out and the in
people with almond eye
with the ebony skin
with hair of gold
with hands of white
do they mix
into a flag of many colors
or do they segregate
into blocky separates
where the canvas is a mosaic
divided and yet a whole picture
or is it a sfumato
where everything blends
and nothing is individual
but it's a color
unlike any the world has ever seen?
I like the imagery that you use to perceive the bigger picture. It was descriptive, yet simple. I aspire to be able to write poetry like this. It tends to be my weakness. I also thought it was fascinating that you put a question mark at the end. That punctuation keeps the reader attached to the poem even though it is finished.
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I really like how this poem doesn't reveal anything about it's author's expectations or hopes for the outcome of this issue. It's really refreshing to see something related to racial and cultural differences in the U.S. without an expressly stated opinion attached to spark controversy or discord. Merely approaching a subject in this manner can help others to think about it in a different way. Really nice word, as usual.
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