Watercolor Dream
A stick-figure family painted in bold primary colors is propped upon a child’s easel. Under the sanctuary of an oversized sun children run happily through green meadows with lopsided red flowers. While parents hold their quarrels Behind inflexible smiles; never allowing tears to ruin their masterpiece.
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Children do reveal their troubles (and their family's troubles) through their artwork. My mother was the art director of an elementary school district for a quarter of a century, and I'm sure she saw thousands of instances of troubled young minds revealed through their art. I've often wondered how she coped with instances where the child's drawing or finger-painting revealed something truly dreadful. In those days, however, teachers and administrators were much less inclined to do anything about it.
Turning to your poem, the first five lines have a good deal of specificity, whereas the final three lines are far more abstract. If this were mine, I would look for ways to communicate the "message" of the last three lines using more concrete language. I'm not sure we need the word "quarrels". I want to see more of the inflexibility. More inhibitory behavior. I'm thinking of children's bodies depicted with looser lines, with a hint of curve, while the adults are depicted in hard, straight lines, pointing exactly toward the vertical. I'm also thinking of the children's faces pointing every which way, in a carefree manner, while the adults are staring straight out of the picture.
Hope you find this useful.
Fred
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