Visual Arts

• Larissa D, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

I look into the stains of a wall
Not seeing something hideous at all
Knowing sometimes we need a break
To take the time to concentrate
On more that meets the eye
Not letting imagination die
I hear the ashes of a fire
Screeching like a rubber tire
I touch the clouds up in the sky
Feeling their anguished cry
I smell the gluggy, sluggy mud
Draining, a rich chocolate flood
I taste the blank page before me
An unexpectedly tasty toffee