Sky Colors

Writing paints a picture
That a paintbrush never could
Poems invent colors
That you probably never would.
 
Poetry takes the madness
That we all have in our eyes
And lets us find its uses
In our everyday lives.
 
Poetry takes the anger
And boots it out the door
Bringing calmness in its place
And always wanting more.
 
Poetry takes the problems
That we all face every day
And makes them look so tiny
In every single way.
 
Poetry takes your life
And begs the question “why?”
Poetry is not writing
It’s painting with the sky.
 
-©2012 Alex Hicks

3 thoughts on “Sky Colors

  1. Poems about poetry have a soft spot in my heart–your poem expresses many of the reasons I’ve fallen in love with the form. Thank you so much for subscribing! 🙂

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