The artist's hand moves stealthily
From palette to board and back
again;
Almost as if in a single
stroke
As colors unfold on the
canvas of life.
Slowly at first as the medium
blends
And lays down the backdrop on
which to compose
The outline, the structure of
what is to be;
Brushing the texture;
Caressing the soul.
Soon are the bright colors
flashing and glowing,
Going in every direction at
once;
Yearning a structure to give
some direction,
Seeking the meaning of what
is to be.
Days become weary and move
Oh! Too swiftly,
Demanding a signing; a final
review.
Praying the images left on
the canvas
Will serve as a lesson for
others to view.
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