With this hairy painter’s permission, I captured a digital image of an oil image of a real image of something amazing (Niagara Falls July 2003)
The Canvas of Your Mind
by ric booth
If the poet were a painter and I just a brush
would words give color a texture we could touch
If the poet were a painter… what colors would be rife?
stirring in me shades from this palette called my life
My palette would begin primarily for fun
but drops fall, a color bleeds, others run.
From this mixed up palette the hues he can find!
as together we paint pictures on the canvas of your mind
This brush? Always changing, the poem is the same.
Each painting is so different, like the poet knows your name.
You let us brush against the canvas of your mind!
Amazing! It is finished! Thank you for this time.
Nice stuff! A superbly written poem with bold colors and bright tones. Poem has presence and sings with resonance. Please stop to read some of my poetry (http://dracegannon.wordpress.com). Keep sharing!
dracegannon
Thanks for the compliment Drace! I will come by and read some.
I’ve been waiting patiently for my RSS reader to alert me to a new post from you. It’s about time.
Nicely written. I don’t know how to read poetry or critique it or anything like that. I do know that I really enjoyed this one.
Thanks and congrats on your feed reader success. I don’t do well critiquing poetry either. I just know what I like.