I saw him twist his neck around
to see if anyone was looking
before he lunged
into red
The painter
impatient
with pale shades of green
yellow and blue mysteries had consumed him
and he needed to escape
1st draft:
The pain of a painter lunging into red
when they should’ve waited for a pale shade of green
Shrug…yet the mystery of blue has now consumed
their thoughts, ideas, ideals, and every word they read
Blank canvas and the pillow are the same–
colorful dreams now show their weary hue
The shadows are darker than they meant to draw
and chaos of the wet line now ensues.