In response to painting Yellow-Red-Blue by Wassily Kandinsky
The doorway to our world
shines brightly in the overhead lights.
The shapes swirl in defiance,
crisscrossing over one another,
blending colors like wax melting
in the sun, fused by helplessness–
being dragged to our world
that's filled with rage, violence, and hatred.
Their world is so different from ours.
They don’t want to blend, they want
to be defined and separate.
They try to force their way
away from the door
with its tempting yellow light
and its promises for better,
but parts are being forced
through the portal, parts that scream
as they are taken. They slowly lose
their brightness and definition
as they are dragged to a world of angles
sharp turns and boxes to be forced into.
They can no longer be themselves in their world
or ours. We’ve taken important parts of them
that we won't give back. Forever changed,
they feel hopeless and eventually their tired bodies
give up, no longer resisting, they flow through the door
echoing their vibrant colors as they go.
Vibrancy
In response to painting Yellow-Red-Blue by Wassily Kandinsky