Paints and Brushes
They’re calling me from the cupboard—
no, not chocolates this time—
my paintbrushes and acrylics
longing to be held, guided, glided
across the page, doing their dance,
delighting in reds, oranges, yellows,
greens, blues, purples, making tangible
the beauty and emotion of a slice of life.
They’re waiting for me to value them
enough to put in the time and effort
to let them live.
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