Poetry

Paper

crinkles in the hands of a poet

as the pages of a journal are turned

Some are torn at corner

others are wrinkled in sheer frustration

All of them, however

are works of art

Colored by the rainbow of talent, emotion, and imagination

By the red of love and envy

The orange of the rising sun and the Harvest moon

The yellow of acid and sunflowers

By the green of grass and decay

The blue of a summer sky and a deceivingly clean ocean

The violet of morning glories and bruises

The combination of these things in life turn black

Like the night sky

beautiful,

star-studded,

unchanging.

But also representing death and our worst nightmares

poetry, music and art

make even the ugliest of emotions and events

simply beautiful.