My Prism
Visually impaired - I view the mirrors
The effect - I danced in life
Colors - Hues impressed my very soul
I became the artist -I painted
Love of life's beauty - realism indeed
Even the flower the challenge at most
Sanity within me as I push brush
Exerted up all night it takes a toll
Teachers- astounding bringing best
But yet I see the critique in me built
Esteem developed it is the roll
I too cultivate some derogatory weed
I paint views -. Opinions , it's a test
IQ in painting challenges the mind
Imagery I still see that prism of colors
Hues in front of me, yet still I find
That the warms and cools I stroke
Yet should I charcoal first too
The beloved conte then broke!!!
It shattered the mind - ideas now
In a bind......
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