and 150 characters of 'i love you'

I love the imagery you've created in this piece, Dreamwalker! Although some of it, I'm unsure of.

The fluorescent greens and blues you tell of seem to have something more personal to do with them..like it's an insider's thing, meant to only be interpreted by the author and his or her lover. It's as if those colors were shared between the eyes of the lovers and therefore cannot be understood by any other pair.

And so I can't help but flick my own back up to the title of your poem and wonder if this might highlight the idea of an online/cyber relationship, where 150 characters (likely in the font of Arial, hence your subconscious being riddled with "splotches of arial") of 'i love you' can be professed daily and could never get old as long as each day, there were a different combination of 150 characters that, of course, always ultimately depict the same loving message.

"that pause before each message
sent on whims; the ones we pieced together
in so few and so many words"

I picture a man in front of his computer, frozen with his fingers curled downward, tips resting on the keys on his keyboard while reading text from a chatroom that holds his lover and his intent gaze. She and he banter back and forth on chat and fit their words together like a puzzle, a charming fact which nearly possesses the man.

In the last chunk of your poem, the man you formed in my mind stands at the bus stop, staring off into the concrete that collects the rainfall. He reflects on just how fast and hard he's falling for her, comparing the raindrops/"liquid splatters" to the "fragmented thoughts" he's contemplating with. Those pieces of thoughts and memories enable his mind to pretend it knows why he loves her, but deep down love's ways remain abstract and mysterious.

"..desperate as I waited for the bus,
wondering if there was ever
any reason not to love you
but the thoughts fragmented, like liquid splatters
piecing together on the concrete walkway
too quick to count as i watched
and pretended to know the reasons why they fell"

Beautifully put. I'd like to read more of your work..by the way, I'm fairly new to YWS so forgive me if this was posted awkwardly.

I like this poem because often love is associated with red and pink and white, red for hearts and lips and blood, i guess, because love and life are connected in many ways, and our hearts and blood are what pulse through us and keep us alive. Pink has to do with love because of Valentine's Day and flowers, and white because of doves and weddings. But you took a fresh point of view: love as green and blue!

I think green love symbolizes simplicity, harmony, and beauty, because nature is green, from ferns to elms to venus flytraps, and it is not only simple and peaceful to meditate on nature and let yourself soak up the sound of the silence from the top branches of a tree in the middle of the woods, it also shows that flashy spangly bikinis and smoldering eyeshadow aren't the only symbols of beauty and love, but also the subtlety of a daisy tucked behind an ear or a field covered in soft clover, each clover a heart shape.

Therefore it is interesting that green love was related not to nature, but to technology, which is artificial, not natural, such as neon lights and texting. Blue love was also mentioned, and I believe blue love refers to the way love can just flow out of you, like water, and engulf you, like diving into a pond or staring into a blue sky. Love has power, but its power comes from trust and hope, not fear and pain, like the power of guns and fire.

I also thought it was interesting that you counted your characters up to 150. People always say, "Those three little words", but has anyone ever measured the potency of those words, the rush of joy on the receiving end. It deserves so much more than 3 words; it deserves at least 150 characters, if not infinite. But you get the feeling in this poem that your love is so much more than you can express, because the "thoughts fragmented", leaving you speechless. Love has a way of taking away all our strengths and exposing our weaknesses. But perhaps this exposure will only make us stronger.

I love this poem and it describes very well what it is like to tell someone you love them and to want to understand their soul, despite that "space between our fingertips" that can never be bridged, that leaves our souls in isolation forever.