In darkness,
beauty ebony
rises,
envelops all. Cold,
warm nothing.
Infinite pools
holding
infinite thoughts, deep
and hidden. Blackness
is the only one
with the power to
hold memories, to
induce forgetfulness.

Every person
has
two caches of
blackness. They are
your eyes. You see
with black
holes, pools, wells
of meaning,
meaninglessness.
Black means
print on paper,
pupils,
emptiness,
nothing. But black
has turned bitter. The world
believes black
is a
horrible color.
Black hearts
are full of cruelty.
Black cats
bring bad luck.
But black
is beautiful. Black
is eternal.

by Maya, 7th grade

[painting by Mark Rothko]

12 Responses to “Ode to the Color Black”

  1. Jo Fletcher

    What amazing thoughts you have! The Rothko is a perfect illustration for your poem.

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  2. Black Rose

    Wow! What a beautiful poem! Black is my favorite color, so this poem seemed very nice to me!

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  3. sls_19

    This is truly a beautiful poem. I love, “infinite thoughts, deep and hidden. Blackness is the only one with the power to hold memories…” so wonderfully written. Remember too that black is the color of determination, strength, and strong character; black is power and the essence of thoughtfulness. The color black is my 4 year old grandson’s favorite color and I am going read your poem to him…I know that he will love it and someday understand it as a wonderful tribute to the color black.

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