Spit

Spit

 

Spittin’ at the canvas

What image do you paint

Dippin’ in the colors

Of the scenery you ate

Late last night for dinner

Before you went to bed

You ponder on your pillow

If a change is up ahead

You want to plant a tree

By spittin’ empathy

To freshen up a dream

That’s splittin’ at the seams

But what if all that spit

Dries up where it sits

And never even flies

Into the people’s eyes

Finds an open heart

Or an open ear

Make sure that what you spit

Is runnin’ crystal clear

 

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on September 13, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Wonderful poem.

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