Skypainting
The sky our canvas
A silent board to paint a view
To paint the sky a lighter blue
But we seem to've lost our skill
We hold dirty brushes
The water's never changed
All our paints have dried
The oils have leeched out
The paint's placed in patchy plots
Scribbled lines of mess' mistakes
We're so good at thinking pretty pictures
But bad at making them real
Posted Jul 1, 2019, 1:57 AM UTC
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Thank you for your kind feedback! I've never thought about interpreting the poem in a way that we spend too much time creating and not living, but I really like that too.