Painting

A poem about self expression through writing.

I can paint a picture with words and music.

As I explore the caverns of my mind.

Music is life, love.

Music is music.

Obviously.

I can draw a bird with words and chords,

Feel the soft feathers. See the flight

Like an ascending scale.

With a few words.

Small words

Like flight and high, only a little less generic.

I can show you sarcasm with rolled eyes.

A snide remark. I can't believe

People take me so seriously.

Seriously.

We can build a fire and with wind and smoke

Burns y(our) eyes sends yo(us) fleeing.

We can build a house

Out of words and promises

Onlt to be broken.

And it's noones fault.

Author's Note

New piece. Honest critique encouraged.