Power was given to the paintbrush
Then it was used to create a portrait
Fire and energy was created with each thrush
Pain exploded upon the canvas from the soul and gut,
A rainbow melted inside the eye
Then to this creation all went blind
The mixture was tossed high up into the sky
Colors were mixed with the universe and mind,
Pigments merged and they all became one
As they freely flowed with form and life
Art and creation became a liaison
Heaven and Earth were created through this strife,
Creation was finished the work was done
Where one color ended another began
They melted and blended they unified under the sun
Man created art, as GOD had created man.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem