Airplane: A Collection of Poems

Bristle

I am the paintbrush

and my life is the canvas

and my pallet is emotions.

I glide across the canvas not just

experiencing the present

but also painting stories for the 

future.

I make the canvas

full of color

as I assume it 

should be.

I mix colors like emotions

and I use the emotions on my canvas.

I am a paint brush

and my life is the canvas

and my pallet is emotions.

I work with them.

I fight them.

I play with them. 

And once my handle is cracked,

and the crimp is loose,

and the bristles are dry

and the canvas is full of color,

I know it is time

for a new paintbrush to take over.