Let me paint!
Why do these words
Flood my head and heart
Spilling over on to paper
For all to see, to dismember?
Painting has no words
Yet speaks volumes
To those who know
To those who can hear
Can you read the brush?
Understand the colors?
Enter the picture?
Hear the whisper or the scream?
Painting can be judged
But only in composition and skill,
Not in its raw emotion
Dried to a canvas
And still.
Words can be read into,
Sentences, ideas expressed
They all dissect!!
Was it me? Was it them? Was it then?
When were these words written?
Everyone has their own
Interpretation
Of words and art
So out of the heart…
My mouth will not speak
Therefore,
Lord let me paint!
cjb
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