Friday, February 6, 2009

For The Love of Paint

Unshaded canvas looked at me, gazing.
Around fell the dew, the hues of untaught heart.
Simple, yet convoluted; fancied my wits.
Am I the one, to put life unto you?

Along came a hand, a credence; It walked
my feet unto the vestal land
of ideas, verve, soul and spirit.

An open perspective rooted vitality,
in me, to step; to feel the new.
Zany ideas held up brains to pause
When you got for me a zeal-
and taught me the unexplored.

Moving my hand, I painted the canvas
I thought- but any notion fell not.

Got to see an eye beside the frame
and then realized- ideas create not
What shimmers; is For The Love of Paint.

2 comments:

Faustus said...

nice job dude... poetry is tough task to create... nice indeed.... is this urs btw?

ecstatic shimmeR said...

yups. indeed its mine.
written in an unexplicable state ...