Artful Purpose
Hitherto, haphazard colors knew no bounds
-across the stark black and white pages,
they painted with cheerful abandon;
intense furrowed brows, hard at work
-masterpieces bound for the refrigerator door
or Dad’s office desk, free will
proudly personified, before “inside the lines”
was more readily celebrated along with
faces colored in pinks and browns
not blue and green – Grover and Kermit exempted.
Praise dried up for sloppy work
as quickly as an uncovered marker,
until we learned to be more careful with both.
Yet it was still impossible to return them to the box
the same way they came out!
So, all the dried up victims left in a box
to go back where they came from
-Haphazard Heaven I presume.
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment