A Fresh Palette

September 26, 2017
By Liv.Harris ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
Liv.Harris ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
315 articles 10 photos 1156 comments

Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,
But only another birth"
- Isabella Banks


Water from a painter’s cup was laid across my eyes,
Swiped over my lashes with a soothing brush, leaving dew along the soft lines.
 
A plethora of candy coated light hit my eyes all at once,
My submerged corpse resurfaced from a grayscale nightmare,
The choppy waves of old polaroids released me,
And I could see all 64 brilliant features of a crayon box.

All of my tears became drippings from a watercolour palette,
They tossed about me, tearing the remnants of my illness away from me.
Colours.
That’s all I remember from the moment it all changed.

My world had been bleached, dyed, and handed to me on a canvas.
Suddenly I could understand the between-the-lines beauty of the world.
My irises were cleared away of the cobwebs and crooked glass,
I could see again.

I beheld white like never before,
Somewhere among the dirty hospital floors I was leaving behind.
Crimson flashed out at me at every stop sign,
And the azure sky was the brightest piece in my freedom song.

Colours.
They were absent for so long,
I forgot how beautiful they all were.
It was as if I had been blinded with black and white,
Told how to see by a monster I never did leave until now.
My wrists were marked, but the chains were gone.
And I could see
Colours.



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on Oct. 5 2017 at 6:54 pm
Liv.Harris ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
315 articles 10 photos 1156 comments

Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,
But only another birth"
- Isabella Banks

Thank you so much!

on Oct. 1 2017 at 10:04 pm
bo_olsen PLATINUM, St George, Utah
26 articles 0 photos 65 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good"

Okay, this is a really good poem. I don't see any problems with it, but that's what I say about mine too, and yet apparently there are a billion problems with them. If I were a better author, maybe I'd see a problem with it, but I don't. It's really, really good. :)


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