Destination Surrealistic Imagination.
Paint and canvas,
pencils and water,
four simple things,
four keys to me.
Happiness reflected
in bright colours.
The sad times
come in dark hues.
The canvas
doesn’t question me.
Just goes with
the brush flow.
From canvas I have
no need to hide.
No pretence,
no bottling inside.
A friend
with no voice.
Yet can find
such powerful imagery.
Brush strokes
gentle and sensual
are as much part of me
as the harsh vigorous dabs.
A thousand words
a picture speaks,
consenting me with
the freedom to be.
Fine delicate lines
that lead the eye
on a journey
from reality.
Destination surrealistic imagination.
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