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Paint With Words
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As the program
closed and I
headed home
We said our
goodbyes and
went on alone
A blanket of
tents covered
the street
So with time to
spare, I took a
walk to see
Artists were
showing the
public their
wares
Many kinds of
lakes, streams
and bears
Portraits of
stars, even
ships and boats
I asked if there
was room for
just one poet
I was told it was
visual, not that
of rhyme
If it was with
pencil or paint,
that was fine
But I paint with
words, so tell me
please
What is so
different to
that I now see
Pictures of
love, lights and
that of spirit
Not only eyes,
but with the
heart, will hear
it
Open your mind
to beauty of
many shapes
I still can
paint of colors,
rivers, and lakes
The northern
lights I have
painted once
before
That of cottages
that were built
by the shore
Of love and life.
both old, and
that which is
new
So many things
with my words
you may view
A portrait of
friends I have
passed in my
life
But you can see
the beauty in
their eyes
Their heart,
spirit, sometimes
even their fears
Hear their
laughter, as well
as, see the tears
What, please tell
me, is the
difference my
friend
If it was
painted on
canvas or that
of a pen
He stopped for
awhile, to give
it a thought
Then said, if
he could, he'd give
me a spot
© Gary Salter
8/17/07
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