#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
Or was it planned?
it seemed planned as a finished piece.
Its unclear what I was doing in the beginning.
Blind confidence as each line appeared.
Before I knew it shapes were forming.
Its more of a feeling than a thought going into this masterpiece.
Its not yet a "masterpiece".
Its not even a thought nor a feeling as a masterpiece.
It a flow of the inner.
This is an extension of my inner creativity.
Forming my creativity into a tangable being.
A viewable extension of my creativity.
The colors, O, the line's.
Wow, this is was what was in me.
Itching to come out, to become a being.
O, so satisfying, O, so real.
This is an extension of me that's now immortal.
Forever can be viewed.
Does that make me immortal?
What a thought, hmmm.

© curtk