>an artist monday poetry train #90

>the smell of turpentine fills the room
as the brush strokes hit the canvas
furious and morbid
a score of erratic strikes
arthritis has plagued the hands
liver spots worsen with
the sunlight as it comes in buckets
through the skylight
voices yap inside the brain
as creativity becomes its own utility

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8 responses to “>an artist monday poetry train #90

  1. >Dear Thanks For visiing my blog. I always love to have new friends to share and read their blog.I think you have awesome blog and I enjoy reading it. You can see me in your follower list.LoveSUnshine

  2. >very clear and lovely images your words paint.

  3. >Sabi thanks!Pamela

  4. >Jingle thanks!Pamela

  5. >Great work! Creativity is a tool the artist can not live without. Excellent post!-Weasel

  6. >Okay, I see you are delightfully expressive – now, WHERE have you hidden the canvasses (Peeking under the table..)? Do you post your painted art?

  7. >Shrinky right now I am spending more of my time writing and have neglected 3 of my paintings…I have not yet gotten liver spots or arthritis but I am sure it will be in my future 😉 Thanks for commenting!Pamela

  8. >Weasel thanks!Pamela

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