I can remember vividly, when it all began, <br />I saw the words of wisdom in a color wheel, <br />Red, blue, yellow, waiting to be blended, <br />Put into view. <br />My Oxford became my palette to blend the <br />Words I seek, to get the message out to you, <br />As all go together, like painting on a canvas. <br />Pencils, pens are like brushes or a quill, <br />Ready to be dipped. <br />The palette used to mix the words no longer lying, <br />Still in my mind. <br />Words finally reach paper, and are posted in the field. <br />That is how it happened, when it all began. <br /> <br />Poetry by Charles Garcia <br />Mar.2006<br /><br />Charles Garcia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painting-with-words/
