A Painter
A canvas stands bare awaiting for strokes
Imagination of mind the painter’s cloak
Pen as the paintbrush held in old hand
Backdrops and backgrounds with precision demand
Palette of mind held in colors to share
Invisibly floating while grasping at air
Reflections sought then penned to the page
Darkness to light where they find their way
Desktop with metronome ticking away
Cobwebs in corners reflects candles spray
Wisps of foul cigarette smoke dancing away
Yellow stained fingers with thought and dismay
For naught all be of reflection your own
Poetic freedom expressed but alone
To capture on canvas a vision to see
Touching of those their hearts to be free
Hands of the painter a pen used instead
For visions some lovely some sad to be bred
Some memories are captured some fantasy spread
Span within all who write visions in heads
We create pictures, and touch many hearts
Creating a painting for others to cart
A gift or a vision in all we are blessed
In each other’s way we all can express
Experience or naught each tidbit we share
Carefully thought with paintbrush we dare
Color the world for others to see
Appreciate or naught a portrait will be
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
June 17, 2012
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