I decided to write on the abstract through the abstraction that is a color called "Red." I chose Red because it is the first color that inspires breaking out of Black & White thinking. It is also supposedly the color that grabs the most attention.
My Red was free as the energy's source,
ceaseless as could be.
But then I met a lover
who kicked my Red back to me.
Like I was at the ready
for a time that I could not believe,
I kicked the Red ball into
a bird that flew and flew.
Dark were the days that followed
until I learned
of Hieronymus Bosch,
to whom a red ball also appeared:
what Lust looks like to The Devout.
But his went beyond
a single painting or image
for he found the wings most-Red
while I look for mine in the scrimmage:
Is Red only what I am shown,
or a product of what I know?
Can I choose it to be what it was:
the Love that Black and White bore?
A trilogy formed from a sequel,
a lover made twice absurd
tries again the third time
this round, looking for Love's opened door.