ART

Art ( a Poem)
I scribble words upon my page
And see the rhyme of everyday
I splash my paint upon my tray
and think of what to paint.
before it's pictures on my screen
but now I need to find a theme
and create what's deep within.
Dig deep has been my current dream
revealed in friendship on the screen.
The paint it comes sometimes alot
But we all have styles unique.
I look and look and learn.
The more I look, the more I learn.
For art comes out in many forms.
But if you obsess in love or lorn
You're bound to break and leave the norm
I live to paint and need reward
but do not paint for money.
I paint for me and love the art.
And hope to leave a part of me.
The person. ( IAT)