DKGS: A Diary

Impressionism captivates the soul

Into a picture

A series of bright strokes

So fresh and clean they blur

Into the truth

Begin with one blank canvas

Look upon the world with eyes of blue

Or green or brown or grey

It makes no difference

Night or day

Just paint with strokes so gentle

Each one only is a whisper

Of a ginger touch, an echo

Of the world and all its feelings

Let it breathe

Paint out your breaths with vibrant hues

With subdued hues and strokes

With brushes made of eyelashes

Blinking upon the blank canvas

Just brushing and dusting

And swirling the tempest

In lines and in splotches

Of perfect cohesion

Take moments from life

Immortalize them in stony, dried

Paint like you mean it

With your life, I mean

Just live it

Make impressions on your precious

Little lady or young gentleman

But do

What you

Have to

To be new

Impressionism captivates the soul

Into a dead tableau

Which breathes and beats

A life much greater than reality

Now do

Like those before you

Pick up a brush

Don’t you dare sketch

Now take the pallet

And your dabs of liquid

Gold and red and green

And all the colors in-between and far beyond

Make love to the canvas

Make a new life

Let it breathe through your touch

With just the stroke of a brush