MY BLUE IS NOT YOUR BLUE

Your blue is the clear sky

Or the waves of the calming seas.

Your blue is someone’s mesmerising eyes

Or perhaps the winter breeze.

My blue is my second skin

My work wear, my prickly scrubs.

My blue is on the desktop screens

At the doctors’ & nurses’ hubs.

My blue flows through my pens

And scribbles medicines on charts.

My blue is the gloves, the needles

The syringes and the plastic carts.

Your red is not my red.

Your red is a garden of roses in bloom

Or the carpet that your film stars walk.

Your red is the dress you wear

Or the lips that glow when you talk.

My red is blood that flows out

Through the arteries and the veins

Or the red lights, the alarms and bleeps

Of monitors or ambulance vans.

My red is the pricks and scars

The bruises and the bumps I get

As I try to save the breaths

Of strangers that I had never met.

Your white is not my white.

Your white is a wedding gown

Or the marvels of the snow.

Your white is a scoop of icecream

Or perhaps a diamond necklace’s glow.

My white is the shroud I hate

Or ‘propofol’ that I love so much.

My white is the generic pill

Or the cotton swabs you seldom touch.

My yellow is not your yellow.

Your yellow is the sombre sun

Or the daffodils in your yard.

Your yellow is the summer drink

Or the minion on your lanyard.

My yellow is a sign

Of failing liver in your eye

Or your urine telling me

Your kidneys are about to die .

My colors are not your colors

My rainbow is different too

So don’t mind me saying it

My blue is not your blue.