The Painter's Game Poem by Janelle Morehart

Lines crossing
Flowing and melting
Together
Then comes the shapes
Ovals and triangles
And so many more
How wonderful!
Nothing is there yet
Or is there?
You see lines
Mixing with the shapes
No beauty,
No art
But I see the makings
Of a great picture
A soul painting
Next the color will come
Melding and making the picture strong
Blending and twirling
Adding life to this work of art
Then only then do you think
You see the picture
But no you dont
Look deeper
Look inside
What gives the picture its luster?
Its beauty?
Its grand arua about it?
The painter of course
The feelings he puts into it
The hard work
Dedication
Pleasure
Laughter
Hurt
Pain
And Depression
A painter must paint them all and much more
Showing himself to the world
Saying here! here I am see me!
But they never truly do now do they?
They see a pretty picture
Oh and ah over it
But thats it
What of the painter?
What of him indeed
Poor painter
You strive so hard
And in the end you get nothing
But your happy
Forever happy
Like this is a great joke
People love the paintings
Therefore they love you
And every feeling they feel for the art
Passion, lust, love or whatever else they may feel
It will be all for you
But they'll never know
It will be our secret
Just you and me
Our little secret
We'll call it the Painter's Game
A funny little joke it is
The whole world has been played
Without ever knowing
What a funny game it is
The Painter's Game