DEAD LIKE RED
by Bryon D. Howell
The Author ...
We used to paint the town red like a rose ...
the color of a flower, warm and sweet ...
the color of a heart, the blood which flows.
Today, that color`s changed. We missed a beat.
A blackness fell upon the world we knew ...
the black of death and sadness, autumn`s chill.
The black we see when eyes are closed ... I`m blue
as I beat this dead horse ... I want it still!
We`re black and blue. Love`s angry, cold and mean.
We needed rainbows, clouds got in the way.
We should have used more yellow, orange, green.
And now? Why paint? The rain is on its way.
That`s what we get for painting with one brush.
We must accept our colors and ... the blush.