It’s a tough color to get
Purple fades
into blue fades
into green fades
into yellow fades
into her flesh.
You can see each one
but can’t separate them
from the source.
A fist to the eye.
A foot to the rib.
A knee to the thigh.
Are we really still asking why?
There is no why
only this what.
Stop pretending
you don’t see it
don’t understand
how.
It’s gone on too long.
Really, it’s not that difficult
to understand –
only to do
anything about it.
And there’s the question
why.

[Prompt 10: Write a poem where color plays an important role. How you choose to interpret that role is up to you.]