Alex Lewis

(08/25/94 / London, England)

A Wonderful Painting


A Wonderful Painting
by Alex Lewis

I remember before my mother's art
When I was but an egg.
The painting took color in every part.
One shade is but a leg.

The lavish blues spread across the page like a waving, smiling sea.
The canvas was plain and bare, except the blues, happily set free.
With the blue, I went to play as childish as I may.
The one clam and I sat with ourselves on the whaling bay.

This is me, like a leaf, on my first day at green.
So, all the others spoke; I found that none were mean.
There were dark greens, light ones, and one stuck in the middle.
After math, my friend and I learnt to play the fiddle.

My friend and I continued to play our little tune.
We soon fell in pink to which neither one was immune.
Our pink grew and grew as each day had passed.
Green had ended blue; only pink would last.

We took our pink and ran right through to angry, waiting brown.
Brown was angry for making him wait with a black-white frown.
We explained that blue made us wait for an azure set of eighteen.
He forgave us. My friend, brown, pink, and I live for only one team.

We decided to get the canvas and add a dash of white.
Pink was overwhelmed as white carried on through the love-filled night.
We can add white to family before blue decides to return again.
Red will also join the painting party-Another eighteen before men!

It took a lot of work to make my dear reds come.
I enjoyed the work, but my reds were way more fun.
One red stayed with us, but the other ran away rather young.
Maybe brown kidnapped him early, but strange words travel by tongue.

We turned grey as brown dimmed down, but we swear we've never seen pink more bright!
Brown had completely gone, like both of our reds, but pink still made things light.
I then feared and cried as my pink's grey burned out like a setting sun.
My grey began to fade too, but I was ready. My life was done.

My mother handed me the canvas and the frame,
But I had to add all the colors (none I showed for shame) .
Blue, green, pink, brown, red, grey-my portrait is made of those colors,
But I am just one piece in a gallery, and all of you are the others.

Submitted: Friday, June 19, 2009

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  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (7/5/2009 2:34:00 AM)

    Alex, Ben Gieske recommended me to read this colorful poem as he knew how much I like color.
    It is so inventive and creative and you use color in a way I would not thought of! You have certainly colored my day. 10 Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • Ben Gieske (7/2/2009 1:34:00 PM)

    I like your novel approach to this subject and appreciate the play of all the colors. (Report) Reply

  • Siglinde Good (6/28/2009 5:55:00 PM)

    This is very, very well done.
    'But I am just one piece in a gallery and all of you are the others' - That makes me smile. There's something very clever about your writing, and whatever, implacable thing it is, I really like it. (Report) Reply

  • rago rago (6/19/2009 9:25:00 PM)

    a fantastic write...... you are gifted to write........ let me see a lot from you..... (Report) Reply

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