The Artist

[Wright]

The Artist splashed color onto the page,

Her salty tears gave complexity to the colors she brushed on the page.

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,

The color of rushing waters,

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.

Hello! 
Like many others I enjoyed reading this poem. The whole idea of the artist allowing the colors to live and to become a part of her (with or without her tears) is a definitely cool concept! Some of the lines such as
 The color of the leaves in Spring were but an image,
But your being poured into mine,
and
“I blinded myself searching for what gives the Sun its radiance,
However it is your warmth that makes me glisten on the page.”
Kinda made the whole flow of the poem stop. If that was the intent then you did your job, but if not I would keep the ideas the same but change the words to make it go a little better between the lines. You did a great job creating visuals especially talking about the color red (that was my favorite part). All and all good job thank you for sharing!