Because…

September 20, 2010

 

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

I recently perused some fine art on the internet; needless to say it was lovely; as I study all the lines and intricate details for just a few minutes wish I had that talent. Then I remember to be grateful for the ability to paint pictures with my words.  

 

Because

 

Because my words can paint pictures I can see, touch, taste and smell.

Because my words can paint pictures I can ring or un-ring any bell.

Because my words can pint pictures the world belongs to me and me alone.

 

Because my words can paint pictures I’m a sailor without a clear home.     

Because my words can paint pictures I am sometimes lost at sea.

Because my words can paint pictures all roads lead to me.

 

Because my words can paint pictures sometimes the paint fades and becomes a dull gray.

Because my words can paint pictures they lure me to come out to play.

Because my words can paint pictures I have unlimited sight.

 

Because my words can paint pictures there is no wrong or right.

Because my words can paint pictures art is words and words are songs.

Because my words can paint pictures I can create a world where I belong.

 

© C. J. Stegall-Evans 2010 (All Rights Reserved)

Categories: Life, Writing.