I Paint With Words

A poem about a different artist. I give credit for the title to Denise a dear buddy of mine. One night during a conversation out of nowhere the title was there. She gave me permission to use the title

Don't put me in front of a blank canvas with a palette full of colors, you will get nothing: Give me a piece of paper, A pen or pencil will be my brush. It is here I begin my task of reaching out to others with my words.

I will gather words from conversations or from billboards, just pretty much from anywhere...a collection if you choose to call it.My inspiration to write poetry will come at a moment's notice so yes I do have to be ready to begin.

In front of me is a blank page, a moment in time with a loved one or a friend will be my muse sometimes: even photographs invite me to write about what is in them, everywhere I turn, words, words, and words.

I do not know how to paint with colors in a different way I choose, words pop into my head I must write..when formed a new poem is born: I am an artist of a different kind...you see I paint with words.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

The painter is much like the poet. We both start with a blank canvas. He can choose to sell his originals, whereas we get to keep ours. I don't think I could ever part with something that I put so much of myself into.