Meraki-I'M An Artisan Beauty
With each brush s t r o k e I sigh with pride,
for on my canvas, I have nothing to hide-
A silhouette of a man who loves me so,
embracing all possibilities I hold inside.
It’s the contour of life, it’s the f l o w,
I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can’t let go.
I pour all my instincts and paint with passion,
so that each masterpiece speaks of compassion-
Fabricating a perfect picture with zeal,
I lose all my inhibitions and my ration.
I just can’t explain how I internally feel-
Oh, this c o m p l e t e n e s s is so tenderly real.
A graceful outline of my daughter so pure,
or a painting of all the pain I’ve had to endure-
Hues of colors creating a k a l e i d o s c o p e,
shades of a rainbow that brings allure.
I cast all my cares and hold onto my hope,
so that in my anguish I may learn to c o p e.
Infatuated with landscapes and illustrations,
maybe of this God-given miraculous creation-
Scenery of mountains and a s u n s e t in the sky,
brings me such a satisfying sensation.
I feel as if I can s o a r like an eagle and fly,
as I whisper all my anxiety goodbye.
When my hand’s technique knows its part,
I can say I’ve p a i n t e d from the heart,
and with each proficient artwork I originate,
I know that with my pigments I cannot part.
It must be my destiny, my born fate-
I’m an ARTISAN BEAUTY that can create.
Meraki
Silent One
November 30, 2017
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