Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2022
Sometimes the colours spill
Over the table
Over the paper
   Over the canvas
A cloth soaks up the spilled,
like it was tossed in the trough
Ready for the pigs to eat,
a layer of colour cloth
The paper
   The canvas,
both held a reminiscence
of the spilled trough,
filled with colour creation,
from a free paint sensation
The alternative to a brush,
or printing tools thus,
provides creative art
in free flow,
which is a must
As art is about creation,
and spontaneous elevation

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney
Universe Poems
Written by
Universe Poems  F/London
(F/London)   
77
   Glassmuncher
Please log in to view and add comments on poems