Broken crayon
grimy orange,
Smudges of
dirt, of love,
of hope of angst.
Smooth, waxed
long-ago childish
dreams.
Colourful, vibrant
(now dulled)
memories of
candy-luminous
clouds and infantile
simplicity.
Broken dreams.
Or a broken
red crayon,
angry
and lying forgotten
on the cold
hard, grey floor.
Ballerina With Fins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waxed-dreams/
