Pastel touches canvas,
giving light to shaded background.
I’m coloring myself unwanted.
Memory coughs down another lecture of perspective
and I’m ignoring it, blending grays away until
I explode; whispering bright patterns against the dull.
I live my pretend life in pretend beauty,
crying with angels,
dancing with spirits,
kissing pretty boys on their pretty mouths;
happily forever after into a sunset I painted lemonade.
My reds bleed to wistful pink mists,
my forest greens to neon envy.
My mind is the turpentine to all my dreams.
©M. P 2008
Did you know that this month is NaPoWriMo? National Poetry Month is a celebration of all things poetry, from reading it to writing it to learning all about it. Several poets will be taking this month to attempt and write a poem for every day. If you aren’t a poet or a writer of poems, you can still encourage this wonderful artform by doing so many things! Leave a poem in a random place, read a book of them, learn about a form, go listen to some of it being spoken, memorize a favorite!
While I don’t have any ability with poetic form, this month I will be making a conscientious effort in attempting to branch out of my hub of favorite authors. What will you do?
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