Paintbrush

February 2, 2012
By Aruneeporn Ng BRONZE, Chiang Mai, Other
Aruneeporn Ng BRONZE, Chiang Mai, Other
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Another item on my desolate desk
Clumped among others
Wandering nevertheless
But he’s my little paintbrush
A dexterous apprentice
Agile, creative
His smooth, slender body
Bounded with wooden textures
A yellowish-brown sheen
Shining with potential
Metal coolness of ferrule
Smeared with dried up paint
Neat, silky bristles,
Tint of greenish brown
Like moist hay in a barnyard
His hair soft, delicate
Yet bouncing with vivacity
Splitter, splatter, droplets
Color
Painting a tapestry of imagination


The author's comments:
I chose to write about my paintbrush because I love to paint. I really view my paintbrush as my little apprentice that comes to life each time I hold it and begin to paint. What I like about this poem particularly is how it’s just a jumble of words, there is no real fixed structure in the rhythm. But I did this on purpose to illustrate how I paint spontaneously. The paintbrush sort of guides my hand in random directions. In the end, though, I still get a masterpiece.

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