The Color In Poetry

Red is the color of aggression,
Of intimidation. No wonder bulls
Snort and charge when they see
The matador’s crimson cloak.
Wait, aren’t bulls colorblind?

Blue is the color of sorrow,
Of the intimidated. No wonder the sky
Is blue; it hovers above creation,
Untouched, never caressed by human hands.
Wait, the sky is only blue because
Of how molecules in the air scatter sunlight.

To hell with science!
In art, sensation trumps knowledge.
There is a reasonable explanation
For the color in poetry. 

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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