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The brush off

May 25, 2015

I watched as the colors began to spread,

shifting and changing across the neutral white

until they formed an opinion.

I did not realize it at the time

but the colors were on a journey

and neither they nor their opinion would be tamed

until the day of their final word,

which may not happen until they have been choked and consumed

by ashes or dust.

For now they proudly tell us who they are

and what it means to be burnt umber or phthalo blue

and about the nature of relentless blending,

knowing full well that we will ignore them

and write books about purpose and intent

that completely miss the point.


2 Comments leave one →
  1. Mr Sparky permalink
    May 25, 2015 6:37 am

    I like it! This reminds me of Robert Frost, “Choose Something Like a Star”

    • May 25, 2015 8:42 am

      I didn’t mean it to, but that is indeed one of my favorite Frost poems. :)

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