(Poem) An Ode to a Relativist

Some say leaves are not green.
That is mere concoction of men’s minds.

Some say apples are not red.
That is solely an agreement to pacify this disorderly world.

Some say sky is not blue.
That is solely a concordance among mortals.

And it is true.

Leaves are not green in some seasons.
Green apples exist for pies.
The palette of sky is rich in colors.

They may be right in their claims.
But statements are not always whole.

Leaves turn red, yellow and brown.
Apples are of different variants.
Sky differs depending on the hour.

Hail to the truth which can never deceive.

 

~

Written on 30 December 2014 in Rome

Photo by Pia Lorenzo

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