Trompe L'oiel
Trompe L'oeil
I use to be so sure of my colors
But now my vision is jaded
Perhaps it is obscured
from the THOUSANDS of tears I've shed
I taught you
the primary colors, RED, YELLOW, and BLUE
The shades of red are scarlet,
magenta, crimson, cerise, and claret
your favorite lipstick,
I will never forget
RED, the color of love
of laughter,
and lust thereafter
an upturned smile, a glass of wine?
a touch of mine, or love divine.
Now RED envelops me,
with frustration and anger
splash of danger.
unspeakable disgust.
YELLOW, the scorching sun
pales in comparison
with your presence so indelible,
your mind impeccable.
YELLOW makes me think
of your frail lifeless body
as your last breath escaped.
BLUE is the hue
of countless summer skies,
the bed where dreams are made of
shining stars lie
the beach waves, the ocean tide
you were by my side
Now BLUE, the flame
runs through my veins
hottest temperature a fire could be
unceasing storm, inside of me.
GREEN the color of the grass,
illuminated by the morning dew
path of trees,
just you and
right or left?
Did it matter? we're together.
GREEN eyes of the monster
committed theft
when he stole your bright todays
and hopeful tomorrows
Is GREEN is the color of envy?
a side of you they paint,
your memory they taint.
To change the tint,
you put a little bit of that
and a little bit of black.
ORANGE the melting popsicle
cooled us in the heat
chubby cat, circles your feet
Now, molten lava
bursting in flames
warmed me with rage.
Can you paint intangible things, fractured views?
injustice, indifference?
What are their hues?
Is lack-luster a color?
What shades of blatant neglect?
unrequited love, of sheer regret?
The palette of the darkest hour,
Did it feel like forever?
Is taupe the backdrop?
For a system that's corrupt
Things staged,
relationships strained
Is ECRU, greener or paler?
than chamois or old ivory?
unbleached truth
distant memory.
Are rich colors purple,
emerald or burgundy?
Not for you and me
BLACK scream sophistication
Now endless anticipation
black dress daunting
memory that is haunting
hole in the dark?
cry of a lark?
WHITE, an empty canvas
lonely easel, motionless brush
Hopefully the path you see
Wherever you are, there's me
I close my eyes and think of you
HUNDREDS of still photographs flash
of sepia, pale blue
I pray you walk the road without shadows
a path made of rainbows
where birds sing you home
you are not sad or alone.
As for me, I'll paint your memories
with MILLION shades of LOVE.
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