For Theme Thursday prompt : Paint
I wish to bequeath, to an as yet
unknown, unnamed poet, a world
of color, so that he, or she, might always
have the necessary senses with which
to shade this world in its most fragile
and sensitive states of being.
That this unknown, unnamed poet
be able to embrace boldness of creative
passion to seek out darkest midnight
blue shadows, bring them to light,
might grasp entire crimson spectrum
contained in own blood, which would
flood her with feelings to explore
deepest, most painful wounds,
healing them with words of hope.
That he might gaze on small wood violet,
thus know the soul of his neighbor, his friend,
extending his craft until it would reach
to satisfy both hunger and need. That either
of these find language to tell of promise
in palest yellow to brightest gold of sunshine
that warms, encourages greening growth across
land, yet pierces coldest sea, to touch fecund life
that abides on and in both.
I would tell this yet to be named poet,
to use pen to paint and shape a world
of myriad hues, then invite all to breathe
into that world, the richest colors of life
it might possess.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/3/11