Now if we neglect the cliché roses
we can move onto the more interesting of the duo.
Violets. They are what they are. Violet.
Avoiding redundancy, we've forever labeled them blue.
Violet is not blue. Violet is as Violet is.
Perhaps Violet is gloomily blue at times
or an envious green
or a ripe raging red
a serene sunny yellow
or a favored flustered fuchsia.
Ultimately, it's just Violet.
We need comparisons
we need likeness.
Why is it that two things must be juxtaposed?
Violet is stand alone.
No words are necessary.
Its own name depicts its likeness.
There were no words apt to capture it.
You simply know or you do not.