A Bucket of Broken Crayons
There was a crazy woman
Who had a bucket of broken crayons
And a white piece of paper
She scribbed colors all over it's surface
Till not a sliver of white showed
Every inch was covered
No rhyme or reason to her pattern of colors
Because she was crazy
Just colors
She never did anything with the paper
Just kept it
As it was
Then she was given a new black crayon
Sharp, pointed and black
Crisp
She had used up her bucket of broken crayons
And since she only had one piece of paper
She started to color over the colors
Black Black Black
The color black took over every inch of the page
Smothering the colors
Until they were just a memory
She looked at her paper
Just looked
Remember
She was crazy
Then she thought about the orignal brightness of her page
And wondered if those colors where still there
So
Eventually
The crazy woman took the looped end of a bobby pin
And scratched through the black
They were still there
Under the surface
But as she scratched through, she was not sure
What colors she would find, and where
So every effort to reach down through the surface
Was rewarded with a surprise
As different colors streaked up through the black surface
Before she knew it
Bobby pin in hand she had scratched through a border design
On her paper
The crazy woman smiled
Kept playing with her bobby pin
Because thats what crazy women do
She scratched through a thick letter H
In the center of her page
She looked at it
Just looked
And could not figure out what would follow that H
Soon she scratched the letter E
She felt uncomfortable
H and E could lead to a few things
She just looked at the page
Then scratched through a L
She put her bobby pin down
Left the table
I have been childish too long she thought
A crazy woman with a bucket of broken crayons
Actually she was afraid
To see what letters would follow
Because her bobby pin scratches were deliberate
Not like her random colors
Or her blanket of black
She could write
HEL - P
HEL - L
This time she choose
H E L L O
She chose to say hello
To those colors she covered with that black crayon
Pax
A
11/08/05
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Awesome in its scope and message, but, wonderfully beautiful in its message of simplicity and realization. We should all learn a lesson from this lady! (Also, thank you for your kind words for "Lady of the Forest")
With my best regards chris
If you're wondering how I came to read so long after you wrote it, it was one of the featured poems in a sidebar. So now you know.
Connie
A brilliant piece of work! We are all given free will. It's up to us to make the right choices.
Love and peace
Lena
It reminds me...we all have to make choices
and hopefully good ones.
:>) Jo P
Love Tinka
felix
Quite thought-provoking Pax.
I really believe Einstein and a ten year old would probably appreciate this equally.
Funny how we affect what is will affect what will be.
Richard
Gripping write..
xxx dove
My first thought was Hell I must admit...but I was saved by your bell...and O....lols
Gripping psychological write...:)
Blessings
Peter
She chose Hello! More sanity than any sane person has;-)! Thank you!
eT
Reindeer
Crazy or not, still carrying my bucket of broken crayons as if it were a treasure.
Love & Light,
Joseph
Regis