Colour
Jun. 2, 2024 • By Jason Elhilow
DescriptionA poem painting the truths of life.
MessageIn the blink of an eye.
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Paint takesIts timeTo dry.Mine's barely hit the canvas.
Yet a full image is meant,Is expected.I want it. I wantMy reds and blues to dance.
They don't. Do theirs?I saw green pastures.My life was torn.Rebuilt through orange.
Now bright.But a smear makes spoil.One year. A finale.Ruined painting. Wasn't painted.
A shame because it couldn't dry?Or a new piece.Art of its own.The next exhibit of life.
Purple pop. Violet rage.Pink past. Rose future.A slash or dash or splash. Flick the brush.The colors never end.
Life never ends.This is not the end.My picture's not perfect.The paint hasn't dried.
And it never will.
Yet a full image is meant,Is expected.I want it. I wantMy reds and blues to dance.
They don't. Do theirs?I saw green pastures.My life was torn.Rebuilt through orange.
Now bright.But a smear makes spoil.One year. A finale.Ruined painting. Wasn't painted.
A shame because it couldn't dry?Or a new piece.Art of its own.The next exhibit of life.
Purple pop. Violet rage.Pink past. Rose future.A slash or dash or splash. Flick the brush.The colors never end.
Life never ends.This is not the end.My picture's not perfect.The paint hasn't dried.
And it never will.
