Colors of three.
Draw a line
And let it be
Colored with life,
Drawn by hand, from me.
A graceful curve
Splotches of sheen
A shadow’s darkened cast,
Brief glimpses of my own mystery.
Blank pages achingly beckon
Considering what might not be seen
Colored from living for life’s inspirations,
As only a Poet or an Artist can be.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK
/// A revisional consideration:
Stanza 3 / Line 4, “Brief glimpses of my own misery.”