Homage To Black - Poem by Antonio Blanco
When does black become color
yet still be pure black?
it is the emptiness that fills
the absence which react.
It creates addition where hues subtract
contain sheer volume without weight,
a veritable tapestry for highlights
this conjured realm of infinite state.
Touch a shadow, how does it feel?
pour a soul in the arcane dark,
now a warmth seeps from nowhere
without void... no beginning, no mark.
Transfigured to joy one April monday
enveloping a figure in its art,
a permanent constant in transition
openly sways before the heart.
Albeit, this is a non-color color
strange what it can effect,
its diverse and amazing repertoire
prods the emotion and intellect.
The Lilac is a contrast to shadow
and stunning when clad in black,
she wears the power of the color...
is this natural or part of an act?
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