As the artist stands to paint, <br />of what will be titled 'LIFE' <br />The apron is tied, <br />The hair scarfed back, <br />The paints lay idol, withe the brushes still bare. <br />Her life it seems, <br />Is not as paintable as it seems. <br />As the artist stands to paint, <br />Her life comes off on to the canvas <br />Her life spread out in paint, <br />The colours blur, <br />the images form. <br />As the Artist stands to paint, <br />Her hands flows gracefully across the page, <br />Like a dancer, her hand graces the page. <br />Like an autobiography, the paint forms her life across the page. <br />As the artist stands to paint, <br />A masterpiece she will call life, <br />She looks at the half finished art and and closes her eyes. <br />Lets her heart chose what memory will come next. <br />The page fills, <br />The colours merg, <br />The images are in focus, <br />Her life, her life dries before her eyes, <br />As the artist stares in wonderment at her life upon the page.<br /><br />Rosalita Fernandez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-artist-stands-to-paint/
