14      Colored Pencils

 

You see I am not alone

I know you’re out there

You who cannot resist

A box of colored pencils

 

Matter not how many you have

There is always recognition

That more will be better

Though many see no daylight

 

Art supply support groups

I will join but not yet

I am not ready to stop

This madness that feels good

 

It is the idea of it

Hoping to be a creative

Though never commencing

The act of pencil to paper

 

And Oh, the paper!

Don’t get me started

When I pass my children

Will divvy up the spoils