I paint with blue pens and a keyboard that is back lit
I craft my markings on heavy white paper
Or thin pages filled with butterflies or flowers.
These pages are filled with printed letters and others with curves.
My paintings are seen by my eyes first
And then eventually by the eyes of others.
These markings flowing from left to right
As I fill many pages or just one.
When I read, these markings are given sounds and inflections
So that others can hear my different voices.
Ones that may be loud, others that may be screams
Or some that may go up and down like a roller coaster
And the gentle voices that reach from my heart and soul.
I am a writer of poems and essays
That spill from deep within me and pass from my lips.
I share by voice of words with all who will listen
Hoping they enjoy my beautiful paintings to see and to hear
For, I am an artist of words.