Mar 2018
I SIT pen-like brush in hand,
taping into imaginative side
Taping into artistic flow
that moves as if words
become tubes of colorful jargon.
My studio is my desk.
the Canvas like vellum
stretched inside bonded journal.
The Moment fuel for expression
as it expands inside grace.
I SIT, aimed with purpose,
to release visions grand
and move in new territory
with mountainous mind.
To cleanse my pallet of thoughts
and launch other’s eyes
who gather to glance.
I SIT creating a masterpiece
to hang in my museum walls
of a computer screen,
and gallery of a Hello Poetry site.
taping into imaginative side
Taping into artistic flow
that moves as if words
become tubes of colorful jargon.
My studio is my desk.
the Canvas like vellum
stretched inside bonded journal.
The Moment fuel for expression
as it expands inside grace.
I SIT, aimed with purpose,
to release visions grand
and move in new territory
with mountainous mind.
To cleanse my pallet of thoughts
and launch other’s eyes
who gather to glance.
I SIT creating a masterpiece
to hang in my museum walls
of a computer screen,
and gallery of a Hello Poetry site.
Inspired by Reetam Bhattacharya THANKS
