Poetry · Writing

Black & White

it’s bare ridden wasteland.

Everything is bare

plain to see

plain to look at-

the outer work of a masterpiece.

Until the first spec

tiny fragment of color

enters your pallet.

Shes magnificent-

black and white is all he knew-

color splats from idea and creation

but never enough

to cover an entire piece.

she can cover this-

just the taste adds light and texture

only found in the make believe.

he needs more-

he needs her to help create.

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