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
Catch a Falling Star 
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Mickey, could this be a new version of the Red and Black song from Le Miz? Good post. I have been on the phone with a few Congressional staff members, applauding one for her political courage to call one of her own tribe on the carpet for the person’s continuing vile and bigoted remarks. The truth teller is being condemned for doing the right thing. I also called a member of the same tribe, my Congressman, for being silent and not condemning poor actions of members and not coming to the defense of those who are being vilified for doing the right thing.
Red or blue does not matter. When certain members of the either tribe defame the office they hold, the members of the same tribe should be the first to condemn their actions. Absent that, they are condoning such vile words and actions. We need those colors to be representative of our better angels not our worst demons. If they do not know the difference, they need to resign. Keith
This blank verse of mine is only meant to be political in the sense of an undertone. Red, Blue, and Yellow are the primary colors. Red is my favorite color. Blue means sadness to me, and yellow is the color of happiness. All three need to be balance for the picture to be complete. Unfortunately thay are out of balance now. My cousin with Covid died on Monday morning. She was an anti-vaxxer for political reasons. And my paint pot is filled only with blue now, a thing I discovered after the poem was finished.
I forgot to mention that red means passion,heart, and love.
Thanks Mickey. I am so sorry for your cousin. It is doubly tragic. Keith