Baton Twirler
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My sister is an amazing poet but she doesn't have much faith in herself and she's very shy. I was wondering what you thought of one of her poems:
The colors that stare out from their box's front
cover have personalities that shine like dimes
in the dew, and when you set my pencils free they
are louder than a train and brighter than stars on your paper
all to make your lakeshores a little more blue
and your eyes a little more brown,
all to make your grass more than placid mold drawings
and your yellow house with the red roof a little more friendly.
They're an army, with "Prismacolors" printed proudly on each
and their names sparkle in the light when I draw with them.
Apple green and violet blue and red
orange, the boldest, the most outgoing of the group.
Burnt amber blushes brown, and black fills in the cracks between
like shadows might collect in the sky, and I think
it's even better when they sometimes fall and
clash like the mightiest of sky titans
because I think those ugly spots on the paper
All those baked-on, beat-on, burned-up spots
bring realism to faces and spaces too perfect for taming
Thanks.
In the last line taming should be framing
Sorry
The colors that stare out from their box's front
cover have personalities that shine like dimes
in the dew, and when you set my pencils free they
are louder than a train and brighter than stars on your paper
all to make your lakeshores a little more blue
and your eyes a little more brown,
all to make your grass more than placid mold drawings
and your yellow house with the red roof a little more friendly.
They're an army, with "Prismacolors" printed proudly on each
and their names sparkle in the light when I draw with them.
Apple green and violet blue and red
orange, the boldest, the most outgoing of the group.
Burnt amber blushes brown, and black fills in the cracks between
like shadows might collect in the sky, and I think
it's even better when they sometimes fall and
clash like the mightiest of sky titans
because I think those ugly spots on the paper
All those baked-on, beat-on, burned-up spots
bring realism to faces and spaces too perfect for taming
Thanks.
In the last line taming should be framing
Sorry
