The Poet that Paints Pictures with Words

An Artiste paints his pictures

With every stroke of his brush

Takes his time to see it through

He’s never in a rush

When his masterpiece is finished

He stands back to admire his work

Satisfied he has done his best

A bottle of wine he will uncork

He may have drawn his picture

Painted out his scene

Thinks that it’s so special

The best he’s ever seen

No luxury like that for me

I can only use a word

Describing what is in my mind

And things that I have heard

Paint a picture with my soul

Using only my imagination

Drawing a vision in my mind

And delivering it as a creation

The finished piece must always have

A beginning and an end

Like rhyming slang it has to say

What you did intend

Imagination is the key

To the words that come into my mind

Creating a masterpiece it would seem

Is a task so hard to find

An Artist has his colors at his disposal

I only have words to use

If he paints a classic picture

It’s always in the news

Bus a Poet’s work is more refined

Rarely in the public eye

No masterpiece created here

However I wonder why