Pure Art Poem by Robert Macmillan

How soft
The Spattered splash of brush
Spread–Gently
‘Cross the pastel–blue
Connecting dots of brightness;
Yellow–Hue
And how warm this painting seem
If be not blinded...
By of what is seen
The joy of day;
Rising full
So–Happy be this lighted view
What may spark
Inflame the Soul with life
Smouldering in the heart;
Be it fully spiced
With what flavors,
To enhance
What said of speech
Seasoning the tongue
Awaiting such this treat
That stirs what flowing
Excitations' keep
Though not one word said;
But just what true merits' speak
As excitement!
Fills the splashing dew
How much the mind can really do
When wandering through
The day's long stretch
Collecting images
Kept in sketch
Of Love
Of Joy
Of Peace
Employed