Brush Strokes Poem by Gary Winkel
Brush Strokes
Brush strokes
past poetry
illuminating
my dire now.
Brush strokes
painting colors
in between
black and white.
Brush strokes
too wide,
too narrow,
to really know.
Brush strokes
moving forward
past me
faster than me.
Brush strokes
writing my truth
like I see it,
subject to interpretation.
Brush strokes
of sensual calligraphy,
a meditation of
what I need.
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