Hot red lust, anger,
the will to power excites
with most intensity.
But orange energizes,
a heat a bit less intense,
health and vitality.
While happy yellow
brings forth childhood memories
of sunlit meadows.
Lawns of green grass now
evoke those endless meadows
hikers frequent each spring.
A masculine blue
recalls a very trustworthy hue
varying shades of sea and sky.
Violet, unlike
Its flowery namesake, oozes
chic sophistication.
A soft-spoken brown
reminds souls of rugged toil
life sprung from the earth.
Black’s all-embracing void
a most painful grief observed
oft gravely despairs.
But virginal white
ever shouts chasteness and purity
of faithful innocence.
Your poem brings back to my mind, bits of Bob Ross, painter. I could almost hear his voice as I read.
Loved it!