Brave
Paint
The rainbow colors are bright,
With cheer and smile
Frothy drams of pleasure
War paint is dark, dense, deep
Deadly in desire
But what of brave paint?
Daring paint
The artistic color
The prisms of expression
Colors burst from daring
From determination
From declarations
Of
me
And of you
each worthy of uncasing
An artists’s palette
Perhaps patterns
Or dancing objects
Of high beams of boldness
Bursts of excited exclamation
Taste those colors
Hear their sounds of laughter
Exuberance, explosion,
And capture
Brave paint
Cannot be purchased
In a store
Or from a website
Only by days and
Nights
Of 2 a.m. cries
Or dates that
Never appear
And later laugh
Of promise never meant to be
Kept
of love never answered
Brave paint is a badge of honor
Of beauty like
No others can proclaim
Tom Squitieri
Tom Squitieri is a
three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House
Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as a war correspondent. He
reported from all seven continents, always writing as a voice for the
voiceless. His writing and reporting have been published in an array of
newspapers and magazines. Tom has taken his love of storytelling to
poetry. His poetry has appeared in The Raven’s Perch, No Strings Attached,
Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot.
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Poetry