imagine

I could draw when I was four

I’m not sure anymore

My pictures now they aren’t alive

Not like when I was five

It started when I went to school

Learned for every thought

There was a rule

You can’t draw that

This won’t do

The sun is yellow

The sky is blue

Reality’s not elective

You can’t ignore

Rules of perspective

But

The world

Inside my head

Is made of laughter

Not of lead

And while ridiculous

It might sometimes seem

Who’s to say what’s real

And what’s a dream

A swan sipping honey from a spoon

Tigers dancing on the moon

Shadows flying across the sun

Teacher

My painting’s done

Nick Faragher

October 19, 2009