Oil Paint
The smell of oil paint
how it gets on you and doesn't get off
white sand rubbed between the palm of my hands
the sound of the ocean
blues whites greens yellows
fix the errors with the opposite color
the children see the greens and want less
she sees cobalt blue and wants more
I took the palette
and pressed it on the canvas
and made polka dots
And then I looked out to sea
how it gets on you and doesn't get off
white sand rubbed between the palm of my hands
the sound of the ocean
blues whites greens yellows
fix the errors with the opposite color
the children see the greens and want less
she sees cobalt blue and wants more
I took the palette
and pressed it on the canvas
and made polka dots
And then I looked out to sea
Comments
oh well, my imagination is and has always been richer perhaps than yours, if that is possible.
/me frowns, but understands