#worddoodle
I See a picture,
Dear with color bright.
Its whimsical strokes,
A smooth, but lovely, Sight.
I Smell the paint,
A sense not faded yet.
Like prints left exposed,
With the trail's fine Scent.
But underestimated, the Tool,
And ability to express
The ideas my head
Conjures as a coordinated mess.
Yes, the paintbrush,
Much simpler than I,
Yet it works its hardest,
While I don't even try.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC