Painting With Words

Painting with Words If I were an artist instead of a poet I’d paint what I knew as others would know it. I’d be a Renoir and never a Klee I’d paint what I saw as others would see. If I were a painting instead of a poem I’d use vivid colors on flowers or crone. It’s the texture that matters , the curl of the line Not the meter or syntax or even the rhyme. I’d paint up a heaven, bright stars in the sky. My colors would dazzle and make people cry. I’d paint with abandon but nothing too styled. I’d paint a dog barking, the cry of a child. The blush of the morning, awash with the dew, The eyes of a lover I’d capture for you. But I’m just a poem, a small little rhyme So I’ll paint with my words while you paint with your mind.