The Watercolor

The Watercolor

A Poem by thebrokenwillow

 

Poised brush.

Blank canvas.

Slashing.

Swirling.

Dabbing.

Dipping.

It is me.

The creation of

Royal Blue

Sunny Yellow

Lime Green

Coal Black

Blood Red

The pieces of me.

Then it is tossed

Gathering all of the

Dirt

Dust

Grime

On the floor

The ones that light me

Brilliant

Blinding

Invigorating

They drop water

Small

Tiny

Dots

They pour water

Flooding

Like

Rivers

To Wash Me Away

The watercolor is ruined

I

Am

Gone

© 2008 thebrokenwillow


Author's Note

thebrokenwillow
A big fear of mine. Having people I love destroy me, because I am giving them the power to.

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This is beautiful, the visuals are truly beautiful. Incredibly fast paced, a bit listy but the list I believe is effective as it reinforces the strokes of a paintbrush. I'm adding this to my favourites, I hope you don't mind!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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