Painting Rainbows

Written for Poets United Verse First ~ Colored about having color or being colorful.

 After going through a tough experience over the last year I lost a lot of weight, having always been known for wearing very dark or neutral colors, one of the first things I bought was a new pair of salmon colored pants. Of course that started a trend of becoming brighter!

You left me in a very dark place

decidedly on my own.

In a place devoid of colour

you told me to find my way.

I couldn’t see anything initially

everything looked the same.

Couldn’t make out shapes or landmarks

in that dismal state of grey.

The first things I began to recognize

were my old friends black and white.

Stringent and strict in this or that

I began to order chaos.

Slowly I dipped my brush into buckets

and started flinging them onto walls.

To see what it looked like, if any of it fit

if this was how I wanted to live.

The first shade I chose was a very deep red

and I let it run down the walls.

Bleeding onto the floor,

it began to overtake the room.

Next was green, jealousy,

there’s nothing poetic about that.

Funny though by definition

something green is not yet grown.

Yellow, next on the colour wheel

open and brightly determined.

Changing the entire shape

and look and feel of the room.

Now it was getting messy in there

as the colours were starting to blur.

I picked up the next can and threw it at the wall

covering all that was there.

The colour was blue, calm and cool

and suddenly I felt at ease.

But I needed something within that deep blue sea

to contrast the quiet and calm.

I put all the buckets on a spinning wheel

in the center of the room.

Turned it on and stood there

and let the rainbow wash over me.