Soul BrushA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis poem is a painting metaphor for life.
The world is an enormous painting.
Our actions be every stroke. Each of us a humble painter. To paint the world with our existence. What kind of world are we to paint? With tears? With blood? With sweat? I hope to paint the world with ink, For that is what I have most to give. But should a day come, Where I must fight back, My paint will be red, not black. We are painters of many things, Some things beautiful, Some things sad. We are painters of many things, Some things horrible, Some things glad. But these things we will leave behind, Even after we all are gone. Do we think about what we do, Of what's right and of what's wrong? There is beauty in terrible things, And beautiful things can be terrible. Your paintings reflect what you see, But what you see reflects your paintings. Is a terrible beauty still beautiful? Is a beautiful terror still terrible? Do you paint only what you see? Do you see only what you paint? The canvas beckons to all of us, So long as one beckons the canvas.
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StatsAuthorMichael Iam BoneAltoona, IAAboutI am a writer, and I currently write mostly poetry. I hope to expand and do more later on to improve my craft and have more material to share with others. I would be glad to receive any input or advic.. more..Writing
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