The Poet’s Pallet, Wizard Award ~ The color of his words. Options

[Guest_Rosemerta_*]

This is a poem I wrote in October of 2003. It is one I am considering for a first collection of poems and really want to refine it. Thus any and all help will be greatly appreciated. The coloring of each stanza is intentional so you may have to highlight some of them depending on the color of your skins.

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The Poet’s Pallet

The Poet yellow
basks in sunlight
reflecting the beauty
that surrounds him
painting pictures
in season hues
ever mindful
of God's great gifts

The Poet orange
good humor brings
sometimes to share
the joys of play
at others to hide
his pain within
yet gives to us
the gift of laughter

The Poet red
reveals deep passions
tempting us
with erotic tones
lighting fires of
lust and love
his words affect us
and leave us spellbound

The Poet violet
sings of serenity
sharing peaceful moments
with gentle words
reminding us of God's love
and guidance through the storms
the language of hope
that lifts us from despair

The Poet blue
sheds tears for all
feeling our pain
and loneliness
so touching are his words
we can not deny these feelings
born from the depth
of the heart's confusion

The Poet green
lashes out in envy
exposing doubts and fears
seeking sympathy for his suffering
anger revealed when he feels threatened
defending his honor
desperately speaking
to save his dignity

The Poet pink
plays innocently
bringing back memories
of youthful folly
childlike tones bring joy
to transcend time
how we love those moments
to feel young again

The Poet teal
speaks with pride
as he teaches us valued lessons
upon cultures most diverse
much knowledge we receive
and greater appreciation gained
as we begin to understand
the beauty of variety

The Poet indigo
writes beneath the stars
weaving moonbeams
into love's canvas of silk
He speaks of longing
and hearts filled to the brim
of those moments most precious
where life truly begins

The Poet magenta
intrigues the mind
through surreal images
his words make us think
our thoughts dancing
in varied rhythms
as we each draw insight
from our own experience

The Poet black
hides himself well
for he is all colors held within
drawing on each
as he so desires
to feed his own needs
his is a game played out
in deceit to torture innocent minds

The Poet gray
rises from the ashes
speaking boldly of injustice
defending the meek
his words rest upon the sword
slashing through confusion
he battles without as well as within
exposing truths and multiple sins

The Poet white
speaks words of wisdom
he dips into each and every color
upon the Poet pallet
spreading them like raindrops
to help us grow
blessed are we
to receive such nourishment

So many colors upon the pallet
as authors we appreciate this tool
for it releases the creativity within
and the essence of our souls
Be it for ourselves
or unto friends
the magic of words
is a blessing to be told

Thus
choose your colors wisely

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Artwork: Insert photo from movie "Shakespeare In Love"
This was a graphic I created at the time to accompany this poem.

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[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Jackie

You have used your artist’s eye very well to show how different colours express mood and behaviour. Throughout there is a reverence and respect for the gift of colour we have been given along with the ability to express what we see/think in words or paintings.

My husband is red/green colourblind and he misses out a lot. I can be wearing a bright pink jumper and he will see it as sort of grey. Green can look like brown. Red traffic lights are white.

Thanks for the read

Nina

I have made quite a few suggestions but it is entirely up to you whether you use them or not and how much or little. I have also added punctuation to make it easier to read but please do ignore if you prefer not to have punctuation.

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The Poet’s Pal{l}et[te]

The Poet yellow
basks in sunlight[,]
reflecting {the} beauty
{that surrounds}[around] him[;]
painting pictures
in season[‘s] hues[;]
ever mindful
of God's great gifts

The Poet orange
[brings]good humor [:]{brings}
sometimes to share
the joy{s} of play
{at others}[other times] to hide
his pain {within}
yet [he]gives {to} us
{the} laughter[‘s gift.]

The Poet red
reveals deep passions[:]
tempting us
with erotic tones[;]
lighting fires of
lust and love[.]
{h}[H]is words affect us[;]
{and} leave us spellbound[.]

The Poet violet
sings of serenity[:]
sharing peaceful moments
with gentle words[;]
remind[er]{ing us} of God's love
and guidance through {the} storms[.]
{the}[A] language of hope
that lifts us from despair[.]

The Poet blue
sheds tears for all[,]
feeling our pain[,]
and loneliness[.]
{s}[S]o touching are his words[,]
we can{}not deny these feelings
born from the depth
of the heart's confusion

The Poet green
lashes out in envy[,]
exposing doubts[,] {and} fears[;]
seeking sympathy for his suffering[.]
{a}[A]nger {revealed}[flares] when he feels threatened;
[speaking desperately]
{defending} [to defend] his honor[;]
{desperately speaking}
to save his dignity

The Poet pink
plays innocently[,]}
bringing back memories
of youthful folly[.]
{c}[C]hildlike tones bring joy[,]
{to} transcend[ing] time[.]
{h}[H]ow we love {those moments}
to feel young again

The Poet teal
speaks with pride[:]
{as} he teaches {us valued}[valuable] lessons
{upon} [of diverse] cultures[.] {most diverse}
{m}[M]uch knowledge {we} receive[d;]
{and}greater appreciation gained
as we begin to understand
{the} [variety’s] beauty[.] {of variety}

The Poet indigo
writes beneath the stars[,]
weaving moonbeams
{I}[o]nto love's [silk] canvas[.] {of silk} these four lines are probably my favourite in the poem. Some wonderful imagery.
He speaks of longing[;]
{and} hearts {filled to the brim}[full] …cliché
of {those} [precious] moments {most precious}
where life truly begins[.] …I’m not sure you can pinpoint where life truly begins

The Poet magenta
intrigues the mind[:}
through surreal images
his words make us think[;]
{our} thoughts dancing
in varied rhythms
as we each draw insight
from {our own} experience[.] I think our own is already understood

The Poet black
hides himself well[:]
{for} he is all colors {held within}
drawing on each[,]
as he so desires
to feed his own needs[.]
{h}[H]is is a [deceitful] game played out
{in deceit} to torture innocent minds

The Poet gray
rises from the ashes
speaking boldly of injustice[;]
defending the meek[.]
{h}[H]is words rest upon the sword[,]
slashing through confusion[.]
{h}[H]e battles without {as well as}[and] within[,]
exposing truths and {multiple} sins[.]


The Poet white
speaks words of wisdom[,]
{he} dip{s}[ping] into each and every color
upon the Poet pal{l}et[te]
spreading them like raindrops
to help us grow[.]
{b}lessed are we
to receive such nourishment[.]

So many colors upon the pa{l}let[te][.]
{as authors we}[Writers] appreciate this tool
for it releases {the} creativity {within} [b]…creativity can only come from within
and the essence of our souls
Be it for ourselves
or unto friends[,]
the magic of words
is a blessing[.] {to be told} …”told” limits it somewhat. Words could be read, heard, thought

Thus
choose your colors wisely

as others have said these last two verses sum up the essence of your poem


Thus

The Poet’s Palette

The Poet yellow
basks in sunlight,
reflecting beauty
around him;
painting pictures
in season‘s hues;
ever mindful
of God's great gifts.

The Poet orange
brings good humor:
sometimes to share
the joy of play,
other times to hide
his pain
yet he gives us
laughter‘s gift.

The Poet red
reveals deep passions:
tempting us
with erotic tones;
lighting fires of
lust and love.
His words affect us;
leave us spellbound.

The Poet violet
sings of serenity:
sharing peaceful moments
with gentle words;
reminder of God's love
and guidance through storms.
A language of hope
that lifts us from despair.

The Poet blue
sheds tears for all,
feeling our pain,
and loneliness.
So touching are his words,
we cannot deny these feelings
born from the depth
of the heart's confusion

The Poet green
lashes out in envy,
exposing doubts, fears;
seeking sympathy for his suffering.
Anger flares when he feels threatened;
speaking desperately
to defend his honor;
to save his dignity

The Poet pink
plays innocently,
bringing back memories
of youthful folly.
Childlike tones bring joy,
transcending time.
How we love
to feel young again

The Poet teal
speaks with pride:
he teaches valuable lessons
of diverse cultures.
Much knowledge received;
greater appreciation gained
as we begin to understand
variety’s beauty.

The Poet indigo
writes beneath the stars,
weaving moonbeams
onto love's silk canvas.
He speaks of longing;
hearts full
of precious moments
where life truly begins.

The Poet magenta
intrigues the mind:
through surreal images
his words make us think;
thoughts dancing
in varied rhythms
as we each draw insight
from experience.

The Poet black
hides himself well:
he is all colors
drawing on each,
as he so desires
to feed his own needs.
His is a deceitful game
played out
to torture innocent minds.

The Poet gray
rises from the ashes,
speaking boldly of injustice;
defending the meek.
His words rest upon the sword,
slashing through confusion.
He battles without and within,
exposing truths and sins.


The Poet white
speaks words of wisdom,
dipping into each and every color
upon the Poet palette
spreading them like raindrops
to help us grow.
Blessed are we
to receive such nourishment.

So many colors upon the palette.
Writers appreciate this tool
for it releases creativity
and the essence of our souls.
Be it for ourselves
or unto friends,
the magic of words
is a blessing.

Thus
choose your colors wisely