POEM: K-2 Art Lessons for Silly Grown-ups January 6, 2011Posted by Arvin in Poetry.
Tags: Eternity, Hopelessness, Poetry
Run like no road lies ahead of you.
Dart like a stray dot across the endless void.
The Land is but a uniform stretch of weeds and crevices
devoid of happy colors and fluttering butterflies.
No road signs to look watch for
and no gutters to guide you either.
All is but an endless
stretch of barren land.
No double-breasted mountains
like kindergarten students often
scrawl on their drawing sheets
during art classes (no matter
how much you throw your sight
to the farthest end of the horizon),
no daisies and tulips strewn
all over the fields,
and no suns or clouds and even
birds to perk up your paper-perfect life.
Just a blank sheet of paper,
plus shades of gray,
plus lines of sullen wrinkles,
plus an array of rocks and stubborn soil.
Now, what are you
No crowd’s going to cheer for you.
No bottles of water to
douse your exhausted body
No finish lines to run for either.
You have but the whole of
eternity ahead of you.
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