POETRY

Monet is a pack of wolves

My canvas is old 

Tattered

Waiting to be painted on

Others have left their mark

Trudging over it 

I have yet to paint my masterpiece 

Not one brush stroke of my own

Unsure if these frail hands can hold a brush

Too influence the way

No inner peace 

Searching for object obscura 

Still life 

A Flower

Fruit in a basket 

To find the right colors

Blend them full

With joy I shudder to think of creation

No inspiration

Only the black void at the beginning of time

 Man On The Bridge

I think of the man on the bridge

He’s going to take me over

Send me through the tortures of life

Towering over me 

Strong figure of a man

A symbol of fluidity

The Impression

An artist that allows the observer think

How keen of him

What an Idea

Landmark

Time and Space

A Debussy of Paints

I see sound in his paintings

I see sound in his paintings