The Reds and the Blues

Lord, grant me peace

In times of great violence

Grant me wisdom

As everything around me burns in ignorance

Let the cold blues

Be tempered with warm reds

Let me juggle life’s fortunes and misfortunes alike

Red balls over blue balls

Yellow, purple, and green

Over and under

The spiraling path

I’ll keep written records

In journals with pictures

And share my discoveries

With any who’ll listen

And I’ll always keep close in my heart

The people and places and memories

That mattered and shattered

The whole color wheel

Because Shakespeare once showed us the whole color wheel

Is necessary for magic to form on the page

And though yellow is also a primary too

It’s the reds that warm life as the color of blood

And the blues let us chill as the deeper color of ice

But let there no period be

To stop the color progression

Of this warm/cold blank verse

Nor rhythm or rhyme sully

The Reds and the Blues

4 Comments

Filed under artwork, Paffooney, poem, poetry

4 responses to “The Reds and the Blues

  1. Today is day 135 of consecutive posts on WordPress… according to WordPress… if you don’t trust my word.

  2. Red and blue, so different, so strong alone, but lacking separated. Mixed together, working together in equal shares makes purple, the color of magic. And your images are colors of white: innocence. You have indeed included the color wheel, and beautifully.

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