Diving Into Real Colors
We writers are told a million times
To understand the colors of the word.
Fiery cries are red and love is blue.
Shakespeare is a dazzling tropical bird.
Here I am with crayons and acrylics.
Red and blue and green and variations.
Watercolors and pencils to create
The spectrum and its wondrous striations.
That I must not lead, but follow the line
Until it finds its own end is still true.
I will start simply. In the student mind.
Humbly accepting that the Master is: