The Painter and The Poet
Your canvas stretches out quite bland
As my paper in truth, does too
We both need to create on it
To form something that is new

You have your paints and brushes
For me it is, just words
So you colour in the wings in flight
I describe the flying birds

You catch them as they twist and turn
I tell you why they did
When your canvas is quite empty
I describe why they all hid

The time we come together
Is with all of them in flight
Your chance to picture all they do
Our chance to more enlight

So for you it is a picture
For me the words define
If we could just cooperate
What a feast to both combine

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Pulelehua   Pulelehua wrote
on 1/2/2010 9:35:06 PM
Isn't this the truth? This says it all! I find myself having the same thoughts and comparisons as my daughters paint and draw and my hubby & I write. Really like your style.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 11/18/2009 4:06:20 AM
I like this a lot! It speaks for two creative and inspirational and imaginative types. You get a BIG "10" from me!!!!

frederic   frederic wrote
on 11/14/2009 4:48:03 PM
Very nice, very thoughtful. Just the right fun rhythm to say that this subject is full of fun for you. Bravo!

Michele   Michele wrote
on 11/13/2009 8:34:41 AM
This is one of your best! See my "Word Paintings" and "The Painter"--similarly themed...

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