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
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