The Colorist
he Colorist
He searched the shelves of his heat
and discovered hiding there
his poetic palette,
all his colors, true and fair.
He opened the cupboard
where the canvas frames lay
and on an easel began to paint
the shades of his heart's bouquet.
The pastels freely flowed
into a prismatic reflection
of his latent memory
of life's incostantt perfection.
In the painting of his poems,
his memories vividly convey
all the joys and sorrows
he came to know along his way.
Copyright © John Newlin | Year Posted 2016
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