Thursday, October 16, 2014

Painting a Poem





Brush dips to a palette
Of tinctures vast
As canvas of future,
Present and past

Word-spectrum glistens;
The artist must choose
From its plethora
Which colors to use

Pink from a peony,
Silver-swept sea,
Rush of a rain-song
Hush of stripped tree

Mauve mist of morning
Onyx of dark
Little Fred’s freckles,
Lilt of a lark

Trial and triumph,
Laughter and tear,
Create life-colors
To paint with, my dear

Thought scans perpetual
Possibility
Touching a tempest
Of unpenned poetry

© Janet Martin

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