Blood sweat and tears, my fears,
forming words,as they spill from my lips,
all the while my painted smile.
Trembling in time, pouring colours sublime,
forming words,as they spill from my lips,
all the while my painted smile.
Trembling in time, pouring colours sublime,
My heart beating in rhythm
to the strokes of my brush
armed with pen and paper.
A blot on the landscape of my maker
to the strokes of my brush
armed with pen and paper.
A blot on the landscape of my maker
(c) 2019 Elizabeth Bullock
[New Member, sharing her first post in Beautiful Minds]
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