Creation
White wall
White as ocean foam
Staring back at me, sighing
Lusting after the jars beside it
Dried crusted color on their sides
And pooling in bright harmony on the wood
Vibrating bristles, shivering with elation
Comb over the wall, clothing it in splatters and streaks
And the wall once too white, too free
Bleeds rainbows that drip to the floor
And all at once
An explosion of light
Of creation - of life - shines through
And nothing seems old to me anymore
While the wall beams brightly at the
Empty jars of glass beside it
And breathes a thank you before drying
© 2012 by Sarah Hamlin, Scholastics Art & Writing Awards
Silver Key Award Poetry
White wall
White as ocean foam
Staring back at me, sighing
Lusting after the jars beside it
Dried crusted color on their sides
And pooling in bright harmony on the wood
Vibrating bristles, shivering with elation
Comb over the wall, clothing it in splatters and streaks
And the wall once too white, too free
Bleeds rainbows that drip to the floor
And all at once
An explosion of light
Of creation - of life - shines through
And nothing seems old to me anymore
While the wall beams brightly at the
Empty jars of glass beside it
And breathes a thank you before drying
© 2012 by Sarah Hamlin, Scholastics Art & Writing Awards
Silver Key Award Poetry