Escape the noise,
lock it outside.
Embrace true joy,
creative ride.

Art screams inside,
begs to fly free.
Chooses to stride,
glides with pure glee.

Palette of oils,
brushes at hand.
Release recoil,
floor serves as stand.

A sacred zone,
passionate flow.
Prolific tones,
make visions grow.

Foresee a scene,
hands swiftly paint.
Feed the machine,
without restraint.

Observe the brush,
move with great ease.
Inwardly gush,
fine masterpiece.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #191 hosted by Fandango

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