Into canvas landscape
to mirror journey I shall paint.
With word pigments as poet
sharing a mirror of self.
Sometimes colors are bright,
giving air of peacefulness for eyes.
Other times dark like night,
exposing just a glimmer of hope
from stars.
Tonight, I paint as hand heavy
lifts pen-like brush.
Grey’s for sadness
inside breath.
Red for pain of heart
from loss.
Brown for mud stuck to feet
feeling trapped.
Black for despair
that shadows me.
Tiny yellow specks for tinge of hope.
I paint to express
from deep carven forged from past.
Perhaps tomorrow my colorant will change.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
Into canvas landscape
to mirror journey I shall paint.
With word pigments as poet
sharing a mirror of self.
Sometimes colors are bright,
giving air of peacefulness for eyes.
Other times dark like night,
exposing just a glimmer of hope
from stars.
Tonight, I paint as hand heavy
lifts pen-like brush.
Grey’s for sadness
inside breath.
Red for pain of heart
from loss.
Brown for mud stuck to feet
feeling trapped.
Black for despair
that shadows me.
Tiny yellow specks for tinge of hope.
I paint to express
from deep carven forged from past.
Perhaps tomorrow my colorant will change.
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