Anais Vionet Poet Free verse

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Pencils and Crayons

I drew stick figures
things were simple

in a pencil world
mistakes were erased
you could start over

but an inchmeal awareness nagged
- the sky isn’t gray, it’s a liquid blue

but crayons were complicated
you couldn’t erase things
mistakes were irrevocable.

and there were 148 colors in the big box
keeping them in rainbow order was work.

growing up is hard

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*Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little by little*

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John Gondolf June 16, 2023 at 11:26 AM We learn by coloring outside the lines. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and it never gets any easier. As we grow up the 48 colors soon become 96 and it becomes harder to distinguish the various shades of color. Anais Vionet June 16, 2023 at 5:32 PM I think we all have a connection with our early artistic selves