Poetry, Quotes, and Ramblings

Paint A Picture

I can paint a pretty picture.

My pencil is a brush,

a long brush.

The paper is a blank canvas.

I write words;

no,

I choose words,

out of my mind,

that form delicate,

fragile,

sentences on the canvas.

One word;

a splash of colour;

a sentence,

a picture begins to appear.

As I finish and put down my brush,

I gaze at the finished product. 

It is full of colour,

and that colour is full of emotion.

Dark blue,

vibrant red,

a simple green,

splashes of white;

and black,

hidden in the corners.

It looks beautiful.