The world is your easel,
on which your mark is left.
The colors woven seamlessly,
an artist with a palette,
a blending tapestry.
The colors representing,
a who that is you.
Sadness, laughter,
joy and pain,
the colors running together
like a watercolor dream .
Life is the texture.
You'll find the proper mixture in the living.
It doesn't matter where you start,
as long as there is a beginning.
Your life is what you make of it.
There is no fate or destiny.
What once seemed so far out of reach,
is yours, it's in your hands.
So grab the painter's brush.
Begin wherever you must.
What once seemed so impossible,
will now become quite plausible.
The picture that you see
may no longer be just a dream.
Take that chance
and place that wager.
Don't leave it up to circumstance,
it's all just a part of life's dance.
The world is your easel,
on which your mark is left.
the colors woven seamlessly,
an artist with a palette,
a blending tapestry.
Author notes
Picture prompt, not sure who to credit and the link is not given.
Comments
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2nd poem ive read today relating poetry to art
i love the way you've used the water colour and depicted the easel or "canvas" as life.
I like your imagery and you sure have painted a picture in this poem. A work of art
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thank you for your entry! i've found the picture credit, so please change your author notes soon.
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AWESOME
Wow, that was really great. It flowed all the way down beautifully. I loved it. Hope you win best of luck to you in the contest.
~Kate~
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