Ode to My Crayons

by Dixiedaisy   Jul 7, 2009

Crayons possess a magic
from childhood expertise
Simple scribbles transform
into exotic bumblebees

Imaginations palette
from a box of eight
No limits for a child
or what they can create

A Yellow smiling sun
over meadows green
Or silly grinning sharks
swimming in the sea

Orange trees in a grove
with wagons colored red
Butterflies and blackbirds
flying overhead

Brown bunnies hopping
down a forest trail
Blue and violet skies
for a boat thats setting sail

Every child the same
No matter the distance or miles
These magical masterpieces
bring universal smiles

*** I wish every child had access to crayons, they color the world beautiful.


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  • 6 years ago

    by Melpomene


    I wish I had read this poem sooner, you know I'm starting to notice a lot of your poems reference childhood and family, the home and growing up, innocence and these ideas works really well with your personality. You are a family person, these concepts, ideas and images are symbolic to you and your heart.

    Of course being a child who grew up wanting to study the Creative arts I have an understanding of how important crayons are. They were my very first tool as an artist and even these days I still use them, I don't even have to use the fancy oil pastels, I'll pick up a crayon and work with it.

    You know I'm not a fan of rhyme but you do it so well, it's subtle and adds to that child like nature. To me this is something that could be read to children as a little bed time story, it's so sweet and cheery. The imagery were all particular things any child would have drawn and even now as we get older we still draw similar things even if we aren't emerging artists drawing landscapes we still find ourselves doodling. You summed that idea up perfectly here:

    "Simple scribbles transform
    into exotic bumblebees"

    I agree, I too wish every child could be given such a magical gift. Art is everywhere and so it should be.


  • 8 years ago

    by John Long

    This brought back happy childhood memories of being 'lost' in my own daydreams of color and imagination. It's a shame we lose some of that sense of wonder as we grow older. Sublime poem.

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr Rhee

    I miss my crayons, and my childrens crayons. I picked up painting a while back. Water colors, and simple acryllics. One of my sons wants to paint now. I think he's discovoered MY crayons. You have the gift. Thanks for the memories.

  • 9 years ago

    by Corinne

    I always loved my crayons when I was a child. I got a big box of them now, but alas, haven't used them. Your poem inspires me to do so :-)

  • 9 years ago

    by Christopher Wry

    For some it goes on and on the magic in other forms may be that the crayon first brough.

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