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Poems That Paint a Picture Contest
Paint, splattered. Embarrassed, ashamed
Textured canvas, screams in vain
Black ink, bled through
Joining shades of green and blue
Fingers, dipped, in apple red
Post protection, words said
Paper portrait with prisoned eyes
Trapped in time, but still alive
A look of terror, surrounded by paint
Wants free, but can't escape
Whoever the artist happened to be
He cared for his work, intimately
Hairline strokes, above her brow
For his audience, he endowed
An honest moment, expression, raw
He told a story of what he saw
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Anna Hopper
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