Strumming

From where do we create... we are all searching and bleeding out art

My art is words

I borrow and steal 

and turn images 

into phrases

Ripe and unsavory

Delicate and raw

Some can take the images 

spinning in our heads

and paint them 

alive with oil

Others are gifted

in painting with verbs

I covet the gift

of stroking with brush

what I have the power

to paint with ink and pen

The strumming of fingers,

feet kept in time,

rhythm and dancing or 

metre and rhyme

Isn't it all just the same

but different?

Paths to find our way

Back to the source.

Reviews

[jwesley]

Much enjoyed this, my friend... metre and rhyme ??? What's that!! Never could and still can't. Very well worded piece.

j.

[Elleannatasha]

Thank you!