way poem #15: I, creator

Frank Prem

the brush
that touched the page
was a revelation

 

from blank
into hues that started life
for a picture of the world
spun blue and white
suspended in jet
littered with sparkles
and pinpoints

 

glancing
who can tell
what wonder the artist
of that world has wrought
on the land
down in the oceans
high up above
and deep into the sky

 

another page
another pen
another colour
and
another closure of the eyes
to peer within

 

there

 

another palette
that holds every colour
I
could ever need

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2018 00:16
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    May that palette create the colours of your world. Good write.

    • Frank Prem

      Thanks GF. And you keep painting too.

    • Louis Gibbs

      A beautiful description of the artist connecting with the muse in the creation of art in its many forms. So well expressed, Frank!

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Louis. It's a very seductive idea.



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