The Flair of a Paintbrush
When I see the color
Swirl onto the white canvas
My walls crumble before me
My world grows bigger
The wild prairies of Kansas
Sleep under the night sea
That which held countless stars that hover
Over my eyes and dance with madness
Onto my canvas for the eye to see
👁 10💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.