Ode to My Crayons

Kay,*

I wish I had read this poem sooner, you know I'm starting to notice a lot of your poems reference childhood and family, the home and growing up, innocence and these ideas works really well with your personality. You are a family person, these concepts, ideas and images are symbolic to you and your heart.

Of course being a child who grew up wanting to study the Creative arts I have an understanding of how important crayons are. They were my very first tool as an artist and even these days I still use them, I don't even have to use the fancy oil pastels, I'll pick up a crayon and work with it.

You know I'm not a fan of rhyme but you do it so well, it's subtle and adds to that child like nature. To me this is something that could be read to children as a little bed time story, it's so sweet and cheery. The imagery were all particular things any child would have drawn and even now as we get older we still draw similar things even if we aren't emerging artists drawing landscapes we still find ourselves doodling. You summed that idea up perfectly here:

"Simple scribbles transform
into exotic bumblebees"

I agree, I too wish every child could be given such a magical gift. Art is everywhere and so it should be.

-Mel

This brought back happy childhood memories of being 'lost' in my own daydreams of color and imagination. It's a shame we lose some of that sense of wonder as we grow older. Sublime poem.

I miss my crayons, and my childrens crayons. I picked up painting a while back. Water colors, and simple acryllics. One of my sons wants to paint now. I think he's discovoered MY crayons. You have the gift. Thanks for the memories.

I always loved my crayons when I was a child. I got a big box of them now, but alas, haven't used them. Your poem inspires me to do so :-)

For some it goes on and on the magic in other forms may be that the crayon first brough.