Watercolor
I held the paint brush trembling for I had never,
painted anything in my entire life but had wanted to;
I began with the sky- in my head I saw azure and swirls,
of clouds drifting, it was all within me waiting for me to paint.
then, I painted flowers swaying in the grass- oh it was a serene scene,
and of course, there were ducks on a pond floating locked in my memory;
and I painted them dipping the brush in water, then color, then water again,
I was amazed and thought what other nature scenes lay within my mind . . . .
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December 12, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Watercolor
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1207-203-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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