A Summer Poem
A friend of mine sent me a text about a project they were working on at the time. The text ended with the opening lines of this poem, and I responded with a rhyming couplet. Over the next few hours we proceeded to write back and forth, my friend supplying two lines each time while I responded with two more. The result was a one of a kind work of art, which I have entitled A Summer Poem. I'm trying to paint with every color, Write with every word, But some colors don't make the story better Some poems should go unheard. The paper blank the canvas white, The thought of what could be. Nothing's clear, yet the choice is mine To make from pain a tapestry. Colors bloom, words collide, The dance begins to find its form, But while rainbows may last for a day Some hands cannot hold through a storm. As the final form begins to shape Clouds peel back as if to say: Wind and time shall not destroy Strong convictions never sway.