by Megan Langley
A shy, quiet child grasps a rose-colored pencil
And cautiously touches its tip to the paper
Before beginning to shade lightly within
The lines of a woman’s delicate lips.
Why are we are taught to color within the lines
When, only years later,
We are told to think outside of the box
And imagine all that is beyond that which we call reality?
Posted on 03/09/2009
Copyright © 2021 Megan Langley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/09/09 at 01:22 PM|
Very good food for thought and so true! You said alot in this thought provoking piece. Good job!
|Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/13/09 at 02:09 PM|
I like this. Far too much of "staying inside the lines" is imposed on young kids, at just the time when their creative potential is at a peak. Why do we do that? Nice write.