The Brush Is Mightier Than The Pen Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Certainly not a holy man, definitely not a saint,
Maybe just a writer wishing he could paint.

Waiting for the idea to gel, going around the thought,
Another blockage of inspiration, another round of nought.

Shall I write with my paintbrush, or cut with sword not pen,
The masterpiece, the work of art, rather now than then.

It's finished now, I've done the final touch,
All that noise, all that fuss, it's really not that much.