Painting

June 5, 2010
By Marie-Meyers GOLD, St. Louis, Missouri
Marie-Meyers GOLD, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
\"Sometimes, the bluest part of the sky always seems clearest, so that you may always strive to reach it.\"


Clear, it trickles,
because rain and tears,
they don't have a definite color.


Red, it petrifies,
because people who see red,
see men of different ethnic groups,
all wearing uniforms, guns down,
with red in splattered blotches on clothing.
So people who see red scream and cry.


Blue is calm,
because people who see blue,
see quiet rolling waves,
that engulf sand castles,
and drag the grains out to sea.

Green, it itches, and makes you sneeze,
when you roll down hills.

Gray is angry,
for when you see gray, you see the sky.
She yells and cries,
violently knocking down trees in fits of revenge.

Using the tiniest amounts,
I watch as the tip of the paint brush hits the canvass,
and red, blue, green, gray, and clear tie-dye the page.

Life is like a painting.


The author's comments:
Well, I wrote this piece in my honor's english class. I wanted to write a piece that had reflections of things around us--one that could make us think, ya know? Then, I was thinking about colors and...ta da, I guess.

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