Dappled patterns flicker on my canvas
A firefly light flits on the key board
Words jump out with an attitude
My index finger does a tango
Pupils dilate-breathing slows
I step away and watch
The powerful brush strokes
Of The Artist
Composing through me.
Monita Soni August 8 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Monita, I really did enjoy reading this one. Well penned indeed. Love Ernestine XXX