A thick line
Bright red
In contrast
To the paper
The wax gliding
Like a dance
Up, down
Back, and forth
Suddenly
It drops
It hits the icy floor
Everything is silent
But now the red
Is not a thick line
Drawn by a Crayon
But a pool
Coming from
The hand
Once grasping
The wax
Noises
From the distance
Piercing
Holes
In the wall
And
Taking others
With it
Bright red
In contrast
To the paper
The wax gliding
Like a dance
Up, down
Back, and forth
Suddenly
It drops
It hits the icy floor
Everything is silent
But now the red
Is not a thick line
Drawn by a Crayon
But a pool
Coming from
The hand
Once grasping
The wax
Noises
From the distance
Piercing
Holes
In the wall
And
Taking others
With it
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SilverGoose
Jan 17, 2019
I really enjoy this piece. I love the continuation of the red being what really helps tie the two sections of this poem together. I also like how the lines get shorter at the end, they seem more staccato, which really fits the ending of your poem.