Student Publishing Program ::

Danica Davis

Strokes of a Water Bug

Brush strokes are like water bugs

Gently gliding across the sullen water.

Each tiny bristle dancing across the bare canvas,

Jumping abruptly when disturbed

And solemnly lingering while silent.

Multitudes of color and shapes

Emerge with every motion.

Ripples are left behind

Ensuing production of life.

Offspring of the spider-like creatures,

Inspiration derived from each new design of paint.

A single movement could perish its life.

Beautiful masterpieces,

Become ruins.

The once vivid and lively creations

Are suddenly silenced.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]