Poem Found Here: "A Person of Limited Palette" by Ted Kooser So this forlorn poem about what is needed plays with the definition of "Limited Palette." One definition is that of an artist that only has a limited skill set which shifts to an artist with a limited thought process which shifts to an artists with limited possibilities to be in a different location. The poem opens up with the focal point, "I would love to have lived out my years / in a cottage a few blocks from the sea,". These lines think about an alternate end of life with the location first, then action, "and have spent my mornings painting / out in the cold, wet rocks," -- simple action. Then there is a shift to being "known": [...] to be known as “a local artist,” a pleasant old man who “paints passably well, in a traditional manner,” though a person of limited talent, of limited palette: The first ...
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