Original Poem: Colored Shadows

     What is up my peeps? Today's poem actually makes sense, or at least sort of. The inspiration came from when I was learning how to do lights for a local theater group. My mentor spent a lot of time teaching me about how to design lighting in terms of colors and placement. For example, if you're designing the lighting for a scene with a fireplace, what part of the stage has a fireplace? What colors would you use to convey a warmth coming from that spot? How big is the fire? How bright should the glow be? It was all really interesting, but the last thing we talked about really got me thinking.
     My mentor explained that shadows are very important when it comes to lighting. For example, you could have an actress in a stunning deep green dress, but as soon as you put a red light on her that dress turns black. After that, I tried staring at walls that had a shadow cast on them, and forcing my brain to see what color that patch of wall looked like.
     See, when our brains look at anything with shadow on it, if we know the object is supposed to be green, our brains compensate for the red light and tell us the object is still green. But if you concentrate hard enough you can make your brain see that one shadowed patch as the color the shadow is creating. It's usually only a darker shade of the original object, like the shadow of a dresser on a bedroom wall, but there are more obvious examples too, like the red light on the green dress.
     Anyway, that's the inspiration for this poem. I hope ya'll like it!

Colored Shadows 
What color is a shadow?
Black.
No, not really.
Maybe a sort of gray, I suppose.
No,that's not right either.
Perhaps a shadow's not really any color at all.
Perhaps it's just an emptiness, a void.
Yes, that makes sense.
An emptiness that could be filled with any color you thought of.
A blank canvas, waiting to be splashed with Life and color.
What? What do you mean "no splashes"?
Clearness? Perfection?
Lines!?
No of course there would not be straight lines!
Have you ever seen Life go in a straight line?
But you see that's exactly the point!
You cannot hold it or grasp it.
You can pick and choose which colors will be poured in,
and how much of each color.
But you cannot control how they will blend and swirls together.
That is the fun of it don't you think?
But I get ahead of myself.
Perhaps you are right.
Maybe there are no colors.
Maybe...it's not an emptiness or a void.
Perhaps it truly is just a shadow.
Nothing more.
Just a fraction of one's self,
projected on the floor.
Colored Shadows All rights reserved. T. Cwanek 10/7/17 

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