Acrostic (Painting) Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Acrostic (Painting)



Pulling out fresh canvas, he
assumes his seat in front of the stand and
imagines a scene in his head.
Next he gathers his colors, loads his pallet,
tweaks the radio at his side.
Immediately he begins with broad strokes and
never once even looks up at the clock as off he
goes into his creative world.

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