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