CRAYONS

CRAYONS

A Poem by Dani California

 

 

 

I picked up a crayon

And scribbled a bit

This blank piece of paper

Had new purpose to it 

 

I picked up another

And scribbled some more 

Its meaning grew deeper 

So the more I explored  

 

I continued through the box

Picking one crayon at a time

Then adding more color

To this masterpiece of mine

 

A pinch of blue

A dabble of green

I litte bit of red

Every color was seen

 

Each and every color

Gently blended and entwined

Painted the color of love

On the hearts

 

Of mankind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Dani California


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yes this is nice ,as i see it ,writing adds a color with each word you say until at the end with so many words there is a great writing imaging a very nice cored peace of imagination ,with the words or the color blending so nicely to put out a great piece as if you have just finished a painting rather than a drawing ,very nice ly done

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Yes I agree with the Cucumber. I also think this would be great in children's literature. I think this is the type of work that would sell. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

instant visuals evoked by your words enhanced by your use of coloured fonts enjoyed

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This was a beautiful poem! The way that you used the imagery, and the font colors, made me imagine a person coloring a piece of paper with crayons. Well done!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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