Poem -
An Owl of Words
Swirls of color seep into the canvas
Painting a picture of my mind
It's so blurred at the edges
Wait, is this what I designed?
This is art, redefined!
The colors used to create a portal
Into one's own mind
Inspiring the dullest of people to create
An owl with eyes pricing into the soul
Stares back at me with words printed onto its tongue
Use your words like you paint your canvas
Sparingly to create beauty
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This is exactly what it is like to create any type of art for me. You just get this rush, and I just spill out onto the page whatever emotions is in my mind, and when I am finished, it feels confusing, like I didn't write it, like I don't know where it came from. Really good poem, Rosella Parker
Lucy Jackson :)
Thank you very much