Masterpiece

 
I see anger on my palette of words
spurting crimson on this page
I balance it with calm greens
cool blues and sunshine yellow

There will always be evil black  
hiding somewhere  
in those darker corners  
so I counter with shining silver  
but know that for some
gold is all that's precious
 
This thought brush I hold now
is finely made
its vocabulary delicately tuned  
although sometimes I stipple coarsely
with broad and indiscriminate strokes
 
At others I just splatter the page
with the first words to arrive in my head
and then what works for me  
may not for you
but that's what makes things interesting
about a personal masterpiece