Artiste
Artiste, she paints in breathless strokes,
Dedicated to the art, the flow,
Colors alive, blushing in bold and bashful caresses,
Lifting the heart, soothing as laughter.
Artiste, she splatters the canvas with hope,
Grace captured on the bare canvas,
Home to so many dashes of light, vibrant and bright,
Quieting the darkness, pouring love out – magnificent!
Artiste, she renders the music over the canvas,
Stirring a spark, the melody so dazzling,
Reaching beyond the shadows, into the lissome,
Polished, poised, promises adorning the blank page.
Artiste, she rescues the moments, changing…,
Heart and soul – from dreary doubts, from doom
Appealing to the wonders, the awe and amazement,
So light softly enchants, peaceful as the snowflake’s fall.
Artiste, she eases every grief – with her flaming brush,
She daubs anticipation into the spirit’s wistful gasp,
Washing all the world in hesitant tints of love – songs
Racing with the wind, inspiring faith within.
Artiste, she lightens her grandma’s load, her blessing,
Murals of gentle dreams, falling easy against the scenes,
Crisp shades move the heart to hear – listen to the peace,
Enthusing the dawn, rousing the stars to glisten like her glossy paint.
Artiste, she is only ten years old, the age when talent –
Is just a twist of the light, a fading color, so bright,
Breathtaking, tumbling from a brush filled with amazement…
Her heart an open book, where God’s love will always look!
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Regina Mcintosh
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