My husband was an artist and so it seemed fitting to write a profile/portrait of him that described him primarily in terms of color.
Portrait of the Artist
The artist in you
understood color so well.
And yet, even as you layered on
red and green,
so much of you was blue.
Your white hair,
loosened from the pony tail
and streaming down your back
in your wild man look,
prompted strangers to ask
if you were a shaman,
or declare you to be one.
But there was
that black in you
that altered it,
that shade created
by the blend
of white and black
you knew so well.
The red that flamed out from your work,
subtly put there even in places
where it had no logical purpose for being,
that red tried to make things right.
Yet all of us
who knew you well
knew the blue.
It was the background color
of all of your days.
It was the blanket
in which we wrapped
ourselves
at night,
trying to be close,
but so often
divided
by it.
For fifteen years, I tried
to paint you yellow.
There were splashes of it, surely,
throughout our lives together.
You on the stage, reading your heart,
me in the audience, recognizing
all the colors caught within you.
Finding the pictures you had taken of me
studying your work at the art show,
those pictures you had snapped surreptitiously
even before we met,
I discovered, after your passing,
that you had recognized
me even then, when I thought
I was the only one
angling for a meeting—
sure of my need to know
those secret parts of you
that I will never know
now that you have given yourself
to whatever color your ever-after
has delivered you to.
A new life later,
I am suffused
by my own canvas
of memories of you—
every other pigment
splashed against
a vivid background
of yellow.
The dVerse Poetics prompt is to create a profile or self-profile in verse. Go HERE to read additional poems written to this prompt by others.
I just love this one!
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Oh Judy what an image that poem creates…so lucky to have known Bob…and we are so lucky to know you. Thanks again for a wonderful relaxing vacay at your place. still dreaming of it. love light and much laughter to you from sharon and bill
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Thanks, Sharon. It was nice to see you, too.
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This is a lovely, colorful portrait of a very complex person — I love it!
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Thanks, Janet.
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There is a clarity of expression as you go through the palette of your husband’s attributes. Without bias, with a detachment that had to be in order to write it. The end allows the depth of your feeling to shine. I’m sorry for your loss, Judy.
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Thanks, Jade, He died 18 years ago, Seems impossible. That is longer than we were together.15 years.
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You are welcome, Judy.
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I like the last stanza and this description of his blue: “trying to be close,
but so often
divided
by it.”
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Thanks, Frank.
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Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
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What a beautiful tribute. Thank you.
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An excellent poem!! I love the way you used color to describe him and you together. As I read this I am hearing Patsy Cline singing Sweet Dreams of You! How appropriate!
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Love Patsy Cline. Now I have to listen to that song. I like it, too.
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So perfect and beautiful
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I was intrigued with your idea of describing the artist through color. It was a good choice. Well done.
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Thanks, Maggie. Seemed appropriate.
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A poignant picture!
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This is one of my favorite pictures of Bob.
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Your love shines through.
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This is absolutely lovely in so many ways.
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I love the way you captured emotion in:
‘And yet, even as you layered on
red and green,
so much of you was blue.’
Great use of colour in the whole poem, Judy, to create a poignant portrait.
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Thanks, Kim.
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I love this! Great use of colours to paint a portrait of a life fully lived.
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Wow, you did a fantastic job with this. It’s making me emotional.
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Wow, that is beautiful!
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Thanks, Tiffany.
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How beautiful! The way you used all these colours to paint the picture is so well done — the corresponding emotions are made more effective because of that. I also like the ending and this bit in particular: “I am suffused/by my own canvas/of memories of you”.
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Thanks Anmol…I’m so glad you received the message!
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There is such meaning in the colors, the blue and black he kept to himself…. sometimes I feel that artists only uses the colors that they don’t need to keep to themselves, and I’m reminded about the vividly yellow painting by Van Gogh while he was most depressed.
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What an interesting statement, Bjorn.
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Oh my that was wonderful. My mother was an artist, yes the colors, the blends and reblends. Thank you so much for that vivid memory. 🙂
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Thanks, JP. I love stirring memories.
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Wow, Judy – honest and touching.
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Beautiful portrait Judy, beautiful tribute. Every artist is fueled it seems by melancholy. There is a depth in inner Sadness. Wonderful piece.
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Thanks, Rob.
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This is a really fine and lovely poem. Love lies in the seeing and you obviously saw him in his wholeness even the parts the shadows only hinted at. Your poem makes me raise a cheer for love
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Thank you Christine. What a lovely comment.
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This is a really fine and lovely poem. Love lies in the seeing and you obviously saw him in his wholeness even the parts the shadows only hinted at. Your poem makes me raise a cheer for love
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