Painted Hands Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Painted Hands



Love, such an abstract thing.
Spread across a canvas.
Made seen by the help of brush bristles.
A vivid depiction of clear bottles made a mess.
I hope your not afraid of painting with dirty hands.
The feel of paint staining clean hands.
Here.
No one is innocent.
Not even the canvas which is neither seen nor heard

Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: colors,for her,love,love and art
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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