Brushstrokes

- Freeform -

A dash of red, a splash of green,

Smeared along this canvas top,

Without care, without purpose,

Words tossed together,

Without concern

for rhyme

or reason.

Empty as the clearest sky,

Lines so cliché I have to laugh,

A mess of paint, of emotions,

Brushstrokes to be read,

Brushstrokes to be ignored,

Muted shades of blue and gray,

The coloration of my world,

My world everyday.

How can I show you my world?

Should I paint it with vivid words,

Exotic as they are long?

Or would you rather I say nothing,

And let the silence draw it out for you?

I think I'll paint it by ear...

Author's note: ... *shrugs*

~ Kess