The ink pulls from humor’s font
comic enough to block out pain
lunacy hung from mere words
elevating to the absurd
in other stanzas the darkness reigns
without remorse until the end
lost from sight inside the pit
fed by despair and constant angst

these dueling shades are rainbow’s breadth
with more colors to be shared
each with a mood to inform
poems exacted to be felt
first there’s red to celebrate
leaking blood and pure romance
passion shed by the knife
or given by exacting love

then comes the white of the shroud
denoting ends the none deny
that celebrate purity
with the pale light to justify
these illustrate how ink may flow
a fickle muse is in control
between the poles that define
the experience that life provides.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190401.