Expression of a Brush
painter’s fingers
hold me closely
brought me in a
wonderful destiny
my days
wallowed in
beautiful colors
enjoyed
laughters
flashes of oil paints
each movement
so amazing
without a doubt
guided me in
glides
on white canvas
each sweep
and swing
took me to
a fabulous adventure
I asked the canvas
where I was brought to
while anxiety was appearing
I asked palette
where was
The final stop
Dumb
is the answer
seemed
assured
to stop all complaints
only the owner of the fingers
who understands
only the the owner
of the colors
who knows for sure
as my confusion
was still hanging there
without realizing
before me
has been posted
a wonderful work
dazzled
tired
disappeared instantly
replaced by
pride
and awe
thank you
my gorgeous painter
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
14 April 2013
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