As I glance,
there you are,
waiting for a master.
My hands tremble to touch,
your colors are vibrant,
your coating is smooth.
Assorted hues,
to suit any occasion,
the handler has in store.
Images only artists could imagine,
flow from your tip,
onto the blank paper.
Your job is now finished,
the task complete,
your masterpiece is created.
Author notes
This is about colored pencils. I chose option #2 Inanimate objects. Thank you!
Love,
Hannah
Written June 26th, 2005
A contest entry
- Bored to Tears! by pattyann4500.
500 points, ended July 3, 2005, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I do love the way you have breathed life into the pencils. Lovely! Thank you for this wonderful entry and good luck in the contest. Hugs, Patricia
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WOW hannah!!! This is an awesome poem!!! I really like it!!! It is very imaginative and well written!!! Good luck in the contest!!!
hugs,
Beth -
Nice job Hanny, (and the picture is there). Awesome Job!!!
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I like this imagery, the subject as rare as a colored pencil.Love this wonderful thought. All the best in the contest. This definitely is a winner



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