4/2/11

He's Got The Hues
By Sarah Anne Stinnett


At times his floppy brown curls shield the world

From a fierce pierce of his wandering blue gaze.

He brushes them aside to see the swirls

Of paint upon the canvas of his day.

Between blushing cheeks his burgundy lips

Taste all the richness of candied apples,

But hush! Scarlet is always best to kiss.

Such a sneaky color, tough to tackle

Among such an array of hues-he grasps

At Her, trying not to loose sight, and yet

She's gone. She's faded into her one task:

Hoping, wishing He will never forget

How black and white the world can be without

The tender hues that love can bring about.


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Sarah Anne Stinnett is a senior at Berklee College of Music. She spends most of her free time painting, writing, and traveling as a part of her family's music festival business, The Bass Workout. As a performing artist she performed not only as a musician but also as a SLAM poet, tap dancer, and thespian. Sarah aspires to live the life of a Renaissance Woman and dives head-first into whatever comes her way.