Portrait Poem by Rinshi Ansari

Like waves sifting through the ocean,
the colours weave into my being.

They are compelling and thick.
Some dark, some light, but still vibrant.

Once they are properly spread across,
The canvas waits to be completed.

I, being the artist, hold my brush
to where I must place it.

As if by some pull, I paint my portrait
with beautiful strokes, stronger each time.

Time stands still for my work of art
And als! I stand back and gaze at it.