Painting with Words
I can remember vividly, when it all began,
I saw the words of wisdom in a color wheel,
Red, blue, yellow, waiting to be blended,
Put into view.
My Oxford became my palette to blend the
Words I seek, to get the message out to you,
As all go together, like painting on a canvas.
Pencils, pens are like brushes or a quill,
Ready to be dipped.
The palette used to mix the words no longer lying,
Still in my mind.
Words finally reach paper, and are posted in the field.
That is how it happened, when it all began.
Poetry by Charles Garcia
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