If poetry is art,
Then I’m a champion finger-painter.
My words amount to globs
Of pink, red, and blue
With seemingly no form or identity.
A dab here,
A drop there.
But behind these infantile streaks
Lies my soul hidden in color.
The rosy pink of blushing cheeks,
Two red hearts beating as one,
And the bitter blue of a love torn apart.
You can’t see this,
Can you?
I’m clumsy with my brush,
Spilling drops and forgetting others,
Leaving you with a beautiful mess.
A tad here,
A touch there.
See, I’m new to this world
Of pouring my soul onto a blank canvas.
My brushstrokes may be messy
And the colors may not blend,
But they are mine, and they are me.
So like a proud toddler
Clutching my masterpiece,
I stand before you
With a paint-smattered face
And a so-called work of art.
My creation may never hang in a museum, but please:
At least let it hang on the fridge.
I love this poem! You really captured the voice of a young child while still adding your own voice. Your use of imagery was great and made it very enjoyable and funny to read!
ReplyDeletemy favorite lines are: "my brushstrokes may be messy/ and the colors may not blend,/But they are mine, and they are me." And I disagree, I think you are a wonderful poet :)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem Lily! The rhythm of it is really good and I just love the idea of painting poetry. Super duper :)
ReplyDeleteOh Lily! This is really cute, and really cool. The finger-painting metaphor is awesome and I love the please let it hang on the fridge at the end.
ReplyDeleteI liked this poem, you were able to capture the excitement of the child, and I liked the usage of repetition, like with "A tad here,
ReplyDeleteA touch there." Nice!
This was so good! I absolutely LOVE the last two lines, and I think it makes the whole thing seem more concrete and real, and brings it back from smooth language to the real world. Great detail and metaphor, and I love it :)
ReplyDeleteThis was so fun to read. It reminded me of my childhood. Finger painting was a very appropriate metaphor for the topic you chose to write about.
ReplyDeleteLily! I was really impressed! I often feel like I'm not good at poetry and this just spelled out how I feel perfectly. I really love how you compare yourself to a child painting, that's very clever! "See, I’m new to this world
ReplyDeleteOf pouring my soul onto a blank canvas.
My brushstrokes may be messy
And the colors may not blend,
But they are mine, and they are me." bless.
Oh my goodness! I like this a lot! I loved how you brought together the less tangible idea of self with finger painting. This made the poem very vibrant and tangible.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem! I like the metaphor of painting to represent your writing
ReplyDeleteI love the risk you took here Lily and I think the analogy works well, although I would argue you certainly are not infantile in your attempts at poetry. My favorite phrase: lies my soul hidden in color. Keep writing!
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