The margins are the frame, blue lines are the easel
And I paint with a brush that comes to a fine point.
Allow me to reintroduce you to my art, because this picture is worth more than a thousand words.
I will redefine color by never using red or yellow but roses and sunflowers.
My portrait will be more vivid than the Mona Lisa with that all too coy smirk and aged to museum perfection flavor.
My loops and dots will connect in ways no brush stroke ever can.
This is not a challenge to the artist, but a simple claim.
I too am an artist and respect me as one
Because my words are paint to a canvas, recalling more than images.
I recall my tears or laughter or shouts or shivers.
I look beyond, and while I respect shaded lines and shadow effects,
My lines are just as powerful, so please don't push me.
Author notes
I've been getting annoyed with a couple of people who tried to say a picture is more valuable than anything written...so I vented with a slam poem.
What did you think
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Awesome!
I loved this, and it's so very true! Poets are artists too, not just painters or sculpters and such.
The anger, and annoyence was appearent through out, you did a wonderful job!
.xo
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