A Collaboration of Brushstrokes
He pulls himself to the frame,
And lets his instincts take control.
He then takes a few steps back,
And attacks the canvas from his soul.
He blends the colors smoothly,
With his fingers and the brush.
He’s unhurried as he paints;
He never gets in a rush.
He adjusts the frame gently,
And from his heart, he gropes.
He lets his genius take over with,
A collaboration of brushstrokes.
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For Abe Lopez an Artist, Poet, and Friend.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008
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