The Artist

[Magpie]

Hi, there is a lot to like about this poem and there are some nice images within. It would benefit from being trimmed back a bit as there is a lot of unnecessary repetition. I've left a few thoughts below. 

The Artist splashed color onto the page, — there is a lot of 'color' mentioned in the first few lines. You could either use alternative words such as 'hue' or trim anything that is redundant

Her salty tears gave complexity to the colors she brushed on the page. — 'salty tears' is cliche

As they dripped into the colors,

Each color thanked her for making them come alive.

Blue said,

“I yearned to be the color of the skies, — 'yearned' is past tense; do you mean 'yearn'?

The color of rushing waters, — these two lines could be more powerful as metaphor - "I yearn to be the sky and rushing water"

Your tears showed me the way”.

Green then exclaimed,

“The color of the leaves in Spring were but an image, 

But your being poured into mine,

With each drop I become the very thing I sought”.

Yellow,

With its bright gaze upon the sky,

“I blinded myself searching for what gives the Sun its radiance,

However it is your warmth that makes me glisten on the page.”

And Red,

Whose deep and passionate color came from the blood of the artist herself,

Did not speak words at all,

But only danced across the page,

As the artist and her masterpiece became one.

Just a few thoughts worth possible consideration. Less is sometimes more (cliche - I know - but it's true)

Thanks for the read,

Mark