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.
