Notes About The Poem
I love to paint, as often as I can, paint everyone and anyone. My mind goes somewhere else when I'm in that paint space.
Art - Myself
My brush is alive, beating heart and a mind,
As I stand here holding its shaft.
I put paint on its head, to the thickness desired,
Granting a beautiful gift for my craft.
Time sits on a seat, my mind’s intense meditation,
Creating exactly my taste and design.
The shadows, the depth, the thick and thin hues,
The saturation of every line.
We work as a team, we both become one,
Like a well-oiled sexy machine.
‘Til before both of us, upon the white canvas,
Our image of perfect, amazing and clean.
I’m not sure where I go as I paint and create,
As my hand pushes the brush all around.
But I know by the end, my mind returns to my head,
Returning from its mental playground.
Entered for Kim Rodriguez contest Art, written 2016 May on the quiet and never entered in any other contest.
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