Lips green as the blades of grass.

A face dyed red
and lips green as the blades of grass
that curve up
even upon rest
for if they were to slip
they could present
a sense of being upset
and questions would arise
in which the answers
would be pointless
because a frown
is reserved for sadness.
Although there are days
when the creature
just wants to relax
and give their lips a break
and be expressionless.

The above poem is a reaction to the image. Sometimes I draw without any sense of what I’m drawing until I’m finished. Then I allow the image to inspire some sense of thought in which I turn into a poem. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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