Hidden Behind My Back

The lazy works of a daydreaming teen.

Painting

he dipped his brush into the paint, fingers all wrapped around
he pulled it roughly along the page
and blue line to start

he took his time, thinking hard
tiny new lines on his forehead
sudden inspiration
orange sky to brighten up the night

the others look and smiled
knowing a secret they all shared

i huddled close, staring intently but they never do tell
there lips sealed tightly
forgetting quickly
the best secret keepers around .

Tagged: poetry, august 2011, .