Poem: Brush Strokes

Brush Strokes

This one kind of feathers,
rows of color, a regularity of lines,
ideal for wind or the sense of motion.

This one is broad, blunt.
Wide, powerful strokes.
I used it a lot.
Must be psychological.

This one is oriental.
Thick, with a narrow point. Pliable.
The maker of movable lines.

And this one? Thin. So thin.
A wisp of a brush. In the mess of my paintings,
you barely see it’a lines. But they matter.

This one has a slant to it. I will be honest,
I have not figured out how to use it
to its best effect. Still, I experiment.

And of course there is the paper.
Coarse? Smooth? Textured?
Or canvas? Or metal or furniture or glass or…

So many choices. Mix and match.
There are paintings to paint.
Worlds to create.

Brush stroke by brush stroke,
you try.

About this poem

Some days I am empty. So I pick one of my photographs and write to it. This is one of those.

Tom

One comment

  1. Love this for so many reasons. And the slanted one? for me it works as the equivalent of an “edging” tool; hold a clean edge and then allows for a broader stroke coming off the edge ( think blades of grass) I wish you simple joy to fill your empty cup. Be well my friend

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