I van relate so well. I love to draw and I am in to abstract you never know the outcome of it. Staring at a canvas to me is extremely frustrating and I mostly end up black and white. Thank you for sharing. All the best to you
At art college we were taught to paint in black and white and shades of grey and then turn the canvas upside down to check the shading was in the right place. This poem reminded me of that where colour can detract from form and balance. It looks like you too have been trained in the arts...
Maybe its the same with poetry too. Sometimes a poet can create the most visually superb intricate metaphors yet another day write something simple with subtle light and shadow that outshines the first through it's sheer simplicity.
A lovely piece that is thought provoking and interesting. Best wishes Milly x
Massive thanks to Mills for catching me out on the type error.
When I first joined I got so slammed for them. I'm not dumb I just write fast. Some of you stopped correcting me as I posted more and more. Never do this! If I mess up tell me! Once written I never read my own stuff again. Or very rarely!
Still, I prefer life in colour...
When the white light of the sun is sent speeding through a raindrop, that drop acts as a prism and splits that light into seven different colours - its original and purest colours - the rainbow. There was no white light to begin with...it was an illusion.
Take what people call 'coal black' for example. If you look hard enough, isn't there just a twist - just a hint - of the darkest possible blue? Like white, there is very little in life - literally or metaphorically - that is actually black.
Anyway, I ramble and I do like the poem to keep to the point, lol