The Sfumato or the Mosaic

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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?

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  1. UnknownFebruary 9, 2018 at 3:58 PM

    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.
    -P

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  2. UnknownFebruary 9, 2018 at 8:22 PM

    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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