
Words writhe on my tongue
My fingers fight to unleash
The itch, ache and burn
of prophecies pilfered
Compromise reached
Syllables swirl in paint
My voice is muffled
My vision is found
©04/15/2020
*I took art classes for many years but never once touched paint. I haven’t a clue what I am doing — but perhaps I need permission to be imperfect in some part of my life.
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Poetry to paint, sounds beautiful
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Smiles. Sounds much better than it looks!
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