Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Painting with My Words

Looking out the window,
I wish I was a painter.
The clouds as fluffy as cotton candy...
I wish that I could capture that.
I wish I had the ability to take a brush,
gently dip it into the paint,
and ever so gently touch it to the page to create what I see.
To mix the colours together
to show the range of the white to the gray that is hiding underneath.
I wish I could create the effect of a thunderstorm growing inside each cloud,
to show each rain drop that within in hours,
will fall down to the ground.
The blue of the background,
so deep and radiant...
If only I could show the depth that looking up into the sky shows,
the fact that there's an outer space that ever so slightly adds to the mixture.
I wish that I was a painter.
Maybe instead I'll just paint with my words.

1 comment:

  1. You know what I love most about this poem? The incredible last closing line "maybe instead I'll just paint with my words"...perfect :)


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