I'm one of those people
That when asked
What I do for fun
Or what my hobbies are
I freeze up
I forget everything I enjoy
In that very moment
And just settle for a simple
I don't know
But I do know
Only when
I'm not being asked
Painting
Is one of my favorite pass times
I'm not necessarily good at it
But does it matter?
Do I have to be
Picasso
Or Di Vinci
Or Brenda Burke
To paint?
I didn't think I did
But if I do
Go ahead and let me know
So I can sell my paints and easels and brushes
I love to paint
Abstract
And other things
I can't really explain it
With words
I'd have to let you look through
All the canvases
That fill my walls
It's soothing
Freeing
It's like
I can leave this world
And enter the world of my paintings
I paint
Until my hands are covered in every color that I own
I paint
Until
It's even in my hair
And on my clothes
I paint until
There's no more white
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...