A rainbow of colors yet all are dull.
Rounded down, smeared,
Thick and childlike, somehow still satisfying.
Happiness lights up
A throwback to childhood,
Which continues through high school.
Relief from homework,
Excitement to color in class.
Young feelings seep through
Creating artwork on a blank canvas.
It isn’t exactly what was wanted.
Content with a wasted hour,
Disgust for the black smeared on my hand.
No matter how hard I scrub,
The dull rainbow of colors don’t fade.
I wrote this poem during my Creative Writing class. I was inspired by the bucket of markers sitting in the middle of our desks throughout the period. When I first arrived to the class at the beginning of the period, I was struck with excitement knowing we would be personalizing our composition notebooks. However, I quickly found out that we would have to wait yet another day. Inspired, I whipped up a poem of how it felt knowing I would get to color and continued the poem with an imaginary ending to the class period where we got to be artsy.
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