Little Artist

Embrace true joy,
creative ride,
timeout from noise,
lock it outside,

Art cheers inside,
begs to fly free,
colors decide,
to glide with glee.

Rainbow of oils,
palette at hand.
ideas boil,
no pre set plan.

Pretty bright tones,
help visions grow,
within a zone,
true passion flows.

White wall holds scenes,
gifted with paint.
like a machine,
without restraint.

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

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #265

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  1. The joy of creativity so beautifull expressed Grace. Love the format of your poem too…brilliant four words and/or four syllable structure to your quatrains’ four line verses. Marvellous.

  2. Love this. The reference to being artistic spoke to me. White walls are my blank canvas waiting for me to close my eyes and paint the visions in my head. Thank you so much

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