Color’s of My Life, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Colors of My LifeIdealized Portrait of a Lady, Sandro Botticelli (1479)

Colors of My Life

Not long ago my canvas was naked
Only to be painted with matted black
Pigment making it extremely crowded
Obvious that there’s something that I lack

There needed to be color in my life
But what colors on my life’s pallet be
To neutralize the sorrow causing rife
Which blackens every rainbow that I see

Then came the day I saw colors needed
To finish the task would take but a few
But without question they must be vivid
And to my deep feelings they must be true

Green for color in her heavenly eyes
Soft red for her supple kissable lips
Gold for her silk hair shinning at sunrise
The rest can wait until after we kiss