The Luscious Crayon-A Poem with Imagery
This crayon holds a color exceptionally unique:
Somewhere in between red and yellow.
It makes me want to eat it like a lollipop.
The swirling brightness seems to drip on the paper
and I can almost taste it on my tongue,
flowing down, down my parched throat.
It's wonderful to see the sweetness mixing with
Charcoal Black to create fire.
It makes me happy to know that
Sugar sifts through my veins now.
Everything is perfect. The picture
Is a masterpiece only because
the crayon was the perfect shade between
Cherry Red and Brilliant Yellow.
I have found the taste
amazingly rich and satisfying.
The candy melts to a pure liquid
In my mouth. It is here only to leave me
delighted and refreshed;
like after a cool drink of water.
Lusciousness calms my heart
that never stills, and soon I will have to find
another stick of amazing, beautiful color.
- Erin's Art-multimedia and photography
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