The Poets Brush

Lord help me write and paint my words My Lord My Lord, I say to you this night Help me now, help me write Paint my words to help me guard! Help me to paint the stars. Paint my life to share the hearts Ah the silent presence that many know so well All hungry for life to tell As we understand the universe There will be but a few to survive the strokes Help me go deeper in my little corner To paint my brush as a Poet: The tears we cried The love we have known The blood that’s been shed The hearts been broken Is just a few of the brush strokes Of this little poet; Little Brooke that I am I can’t compare to the great Bronte Or the most famous Emily Dickinson The best of the best Ernest Hemingway Especially fabulous Keats And what can we say of Shakespeare? I say to you my dear. The Frost of winter or the writer; And oh my stars There is Robert Louis Stevenson To brush your words with the paint of life To touch our souls with your light To kiss the stars of the night To remember David in the book of Psalms and Solomon Song of Solomon, to name a few. To love the best of yourself; How dare me I say? How dare I stay? Give me your pictures on the wall The smallest of the small; A membrane today; Maybe I don’t know But what would you say? To a Poets Brush for this day; Dedicated to all the poets on Soup.. Brooke Dylan 2014