Mystic Painting

Mystic Painting

A Poem by Imagination-mage

Red, Blue, Yellow, White and sometimes black
The color wheel spins and turns like a clock.
Blank canvas, untouched paints and your imagination on overdrive.
You pick up your magic wand, the brush and your potion which is water.
With a quick swipe, your wand takes the red and causes a large streak over it.
The red sets, the water spreading it.
You continue your quick strokes, blue and yellow,
merging colors
your hand racing to catch up with your minds orders.
Adding pixies,
last the thing called man.
you set down the brush, your work finishes, wiping the small remains of paint on your forehead.
Before you, a master piece made by your hand
May it serve you well
May your thoughts come alive....

© 2011 Imagination-mage

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WoW that sounded so majestic :) hmmmm....
*taps chin thinking about the last time of when I painted myself like those kids in the Lord of the Flies*

maybe that's why they took the paints away from me. oh well it ws still a good time.

awesome read.
i like your similies :D

Posted 7 Years Ago

i love this

Posted 7 Years Ago

Oh my gosh Yasmine! I simply loved this poem! Keep it up!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on November 22, 2011
Last Updated on November 22, 2011



Suna, AZ

I'm a young mage who enjoys creating adventure, romance, horror (if i can) and sometimes a good angst. i do hope you can enjoy the stories i create, everyone enjoy! more..

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