Colors

i thought i lost this poem....


Colors

The Colors dwelled in metal tubes,
stained with the color,
the smell of oil
and pigment,
not a smell really,
like how
soil is.

The colors,
Greens, Reds, Blues, Black, White, Yellow
and all shades
in between
were possible,
as Mom smeared a little dab of this one,
then that on
on the artist's pallette,
and I watched in awe,
except when I had a burning question,
Then she would stop
with a
hrumph...
Her inspiration burning fast