A Box of Brushes and Paint This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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His story is tucked into the painting.
His mind flickering
As he dresses the canvas
In French ultramarine
And raw sienna.
His eyes swimming in brush strokes,
His lips cadmium red.
He paints a ghost of an artist,
Outfitted in colors.
Bounded in the name of imitation.

His silent conversations
Become models of concentration.
Written in words, inventive,
He continues to say the same thing.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Padoodallee said...
Nov. 11, 2012 at 10:41 pm
This poem is absolutely beautiful. The specific colors add detail that many people would forget to write. I feel like I learn something new every time I read it.
 
Flutterfly56 said...
May 2, 2011 at 11:04 am
This poem is amazing. I have read it about 3 times now and just can't get enough of it.
 
Jessica M. replied...
May 5, 2011 at 8:59 pm
Thank you! That really means alot to me.
 
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