The Paintbrush Called

Art supplies were nestled
All together on the bed
Ready for anytime
The call to come,
They would adhere
Looking at photos
And artwork around
Seeing something
Anything called my name
Nothing
And there sat the paintbrush
Feeling a little left out
Desiring more
Pick me up, it called
Setting up to paint
I felt this urge
Deep inside an image
Vaguely presenting itself
I took the brush
Slapped on some paint
And to the canvas
My hand was drawn
To images appearing
As each stroke
Led to more
Complete fluidity
And then ultimately
A completed art piece

By Pauline Harris

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