Of Your Art



No barrier confines

the beauty of lines

that finds your wit

in grips you design.

What has caused it,

the source of a move

of a brushstroke it

just to paint soothes?

Tell me my dear for

I want to witness God.

Your art touches me

where he doesn’t trod.

I see blue, red and it.

The hidden joy you

possessed in dances

of your softened hue.



7 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    This is so beautiful! 😍😍

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thank you Kristian. 😁

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Beautiful!
    Is the painting yours too??

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you but no I’m not that talented. It’s a stock image. Lol. I wish.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Still a beautiful choice for your words!

        Liked by 1 person

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