Mind the Paint

Mind the Paint Oh, to paint the inside of the egg restyle the matted gray of sunless gloom splash color on the curtains that belie soft filtered light through windows of the soul. Scaffolds to paint the Sistine of the Dome brushstrokes to taunt the essence of our thought teasing the tortured remnants of dreams lost rainbows - revelations of a Master’s touch. Creation’s palette in fetal fingered grasp a water colored future dab by dab a valiant streak of orange in the blue the glowing red of life’s untarnished thrill. Wild dance, cerebral choreography, brushless art upon the eyelids of sleep. ©3/7/2018 submitted to – Mind the wet paint – Poetry Contest sponsor – Viv Wigley