Primary Colors

Red rage sweeps my paintbrush
In an Invigorating alchemy
It lashes the canvas to tame itself
to pink

Orange, the embers of each sweep
Grow my passion into a sweltering sun
Whose flames blossom and extinguish
Leaving a refined will

Yellow does not destroy
It accents the edges of the page, with joy
Lighting up the receses of my mind
Spilling ray upon the painted image

Green, my brush contains
Leaves ripple and ripen, bolden in new life
Burst thousands fold from foliage of trees
It is a color I hold must true
As a heart once healed is ravished by blue

Blue mellows and sifts
Across the canvas like an artic chasm
A operable ocean, lonely and most sorrowfull
It is a phychic spark that infuses insight
Bridging the gap with cool violet

Violet absorbs into the painters palette
The easel is consumed with envy and pride
The most lucious shade of violent purple
Produces, to the eye.. what the nose breaths from lilac

Now child retire your brush and grab a book. There is studying and facts to retain and fill an innocent brain. The primary colors may be resumed tomorrow, an ongoing expression of life's joys and sorrow.