Beyond the bland, you venture.
Your adventure follows no norm,
trying to stay warm, but black and white
leaves you cold. It makes you feel old,
a vintage version of the you you know.
But, life is full of flavor, not meant
to be lacking the living it gives.
Lives are to be livid; vivid in scope
and spectrum. Color permeates you.
For flesh and blood looks better
the redder we are. Our palettes bloom.
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
I love this one
Clever – a reversal of the norm. I enjoyed the subtle rhyming.
I like it, so true what you say about black and white; your poem in contrast has a vibrancy. Like here:Lives are to be livid; vivid in scopeand spectrum. Color permeates you.
the redder we are. Our palettes bloom. love all of your words.fabulous ending!