I saw marble paintings on the wall
and they\'re calling me to explore them and give it my all
in exploring not only their beauty, but their essence
of those who made them...which are embedded within their appearance.
Never did I take their picture
but they stay in my memory...here
and perhaps within this poem they are shown
in words...that will flourish, for sure.
It goes with red and blue
here and there
splashes and dashes
and probably seem like slashes,
but it\'s not anger,
It\'s fun and laughter
with the colours and paper
and seeing them splatter
and at the end...be in wonder
of how the results are
placed on the wall
to be significant pieces
and to be seen every day
and to be asked \"What is that?\"
and \"Who made that?\"
Wow, and people smile
to see them...even for a while.
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With Love,
J44