I grew up in a house where art and laughter
were rationed and metered out and never
supposed to be shared together. Art was a
privilege and laughter was a reward of
the highest order. Growing up paint splattered
was never a lesson I thought I needed nor
does it actually seem to benefit from. I have
colors from moments and memories that will
never fade or get sunbleached or water damage –
I have colors I put there intentionally to remember
who I want be as time goes on and the poems
extend from pages and screens to trees
and gardens and songs carried on stormy skies.
This was a lifestyle that no one should ever
relate to – but I know people will and that’s
a shame. So let’s turn the paint-splattered ache
into wonder and typewriter prints and poetry
that will indeed make the world a bit brighter
.-M. Rene’
That first line is killergood. Great hook into the poem. I like how you play with the imagery & ideas all the way through … but I wanted a stronger ending … not a *bit* brighter … a whole damn lot brighter hahaha … the poem & the world deserves it … (paint splattered acne is such a fun phrase to say by the way 🙂 )
Thank you so much!
I loved that first line too- great hook. Your poem is very visual in many places. I also loved the lines”… I have colours I put there to intentionally remember who I want to be as time goes on and the poem extends from the pages and screens to trees and gardens.” Great imagery!