If I were a painter,
Oh, if only.
To paint the sky
The green of leaves
Spattered with columns
Of seeping sunlight.
To give a face
To the thoughts
That swarm and bubble
Inside my head.
To express
Using the most vibrant medium
But alas,  I am not.
So I have to be content
With a pen in the place of a paintbrush.
I write, 
And try to paint a picture
With words.

-A (@firstdraftpoet on twitter)


One comment

  1. assortmentbox · February 3, 2015

    I use my words to draw the thoughts that take shape in my head . Lovely poem 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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