The color of love

 

She came into my life on a gold glitter morning.
Along with the sun came up to 12 yellow roses.

This, my grayest morning I awake to an empty pallet.
My brushes are hardened and my canvas is as lonely as I.

My green and brown speckled eyes see no color this day,
only the stark white reality of unpainted art,
and the rapidly fading red of my ill-tainted heart.

My multicolored morning rainbow has been replaced by
singular black sorrow. Now she is gone my art is without vision and devoid of heart.

Reviews

[Karen Roddy]

Just Feeling...The Emotional Flow of Heart-Felt Understanding...Coming In and Out Like The Tides....Just Beautiful Craig.....!!!!!.....

[fallendemonofmercy]

very touching...a real talent piece
a delicious sight of a blank painting with no centerfold to possess it again and hurt

[Wildecat]

Excellent imagery excellent poem, thanks for the kind review on (Black Ice)

[Everchanging Disaster]

I love the imagery..."gold glitter morning" instant classic!

-Loeva