Still Life
Posted 11-17-2017 at 01:14 AM by Ludlum'sDaughter14
Because it's 3 a.m., and my homework is done, and I'm just waiting to fall asleep, I wrote the poem that sprouted in my head during my shower. Here it is, fresh off the press and unedited:
Still Life
Bigger people got there first,
Painting colors they liked best,
Splashing blobs from their own mess.
When I held my brush at last,
Several layers had been laid:
Yellow, green, and angry red.
Frantic, I despaired; but then
Years passed, and the paint was dry.
I saw colors clear, and why
Deep blue emptied out my eyes,
Purple shone the sleepless nights,
Yellow held me back from light.
Paint is permanent, but see,
When it's dry, that's not the end -
You can paint on top, my friend.
Twenty layers deep it goes.
Twenty more will cover, blend,
Synthesize a richer end.
Painting by Melissa McCracken
Still Life
Bigger people got there first,
Painting colors they liked best,
Splashing blobs from their own mess.
When I held my brush at last,
Several layers had been laid:
Yellow, green, and angry red.
Frantic, I despaired; but then
Years passed, and the paint was dry.
I saw colors clear, and why
Deep blue emptied out my eyes,
Purple shone the sleepless nights,
Yellow held me back from light.
Paint is permanent, but see,
When it's dry, that's not the end -
You can paint on top, my friend.
Twenty layers deep it goes.
Twenty more will cover, blend,
Synthesize a richer end.
Painting by Melissa McCracken
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