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_Rosemerta_*]

Hello there, Nina,

As usual you have given a very concise and extremely helpful review. I am always in awe of how well you can pinpoint those things that truly improve a piece. Take note that I will put most all of your suggestions to good use when I can take time to edit and post a revision.

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.

I have known others who are color blind. Color is so keen in my life that I feel sorry for those who are physically unable to see them in all their brilliance.

where life truly begins[.] …I’m not sure you can pinpoint where life truly begins

I see your point. Any suggestions for how I may reword this?

from {our own} experience[.] I think our own is already understood

Good point. It is items such as this that I need a lot of work with. As you may have noticed from reviewing so much of my work that I tend to be a bit wordy.

is a blessing[.] {to be told} …”told” limits it somewhat. Words could be read, heard, thought

Again you have pointed out something I need to be more aware of when writing.

I am glad everyone likes the ending. When I shared this online before there were many that felt it was just too long and I should cut out a few stanzas. I haven't been able to bring myself to do that. What are your thoughts about the length and if you feel something should be cut for length, what would you suggest.

Thanks again for all your help on this and other works. You are a dear!