thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]

32 // painter

POEM #32: PAINTER

Pleasing eyes wherever it blooms,
Daffodils, they stand, as stunning as the moon.
Screaming colors in constant disarray—
They will wither in time, and bloom in May.

Daisies are known for building impression,
Caught in the wind, swinging for the show.
Still, painters are nowhere near as talented—
As nature's power to sketch the perfect glow.

Wildflowers on tattoos, like art in canvas,
Fleeting in the minds of foes and friends.
Expressions now tilt in digital streams—
Their eternal roots, their lavish dreams.

12/21/24