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by Dagmar Wilson   Jun 10, 2019


My mind is set on turbulent colors
a series of paint is splashing on the wall,
my fingers are designed to create a happy world.

I am a painter
with no specific motive
everything is based on the moment,
my cat just caught a fly.

There is a lake I like to capture
cars are zooming by wetting my canvas,
my idea of a waterfall has diminished.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    An interesting piece like different colors splashed across
    the wall/canvas. The writer/painter wants to capture something
    that is in her mind yet somehow various thoughts crisscross
    making the end result something totally different. Just like
    this write, its like I’m inside the thought process of the writer.
    A good read with vivid images.

  • 5 years ago

    by ddavidd

    How I love your poetical imageries turning to consternation:
    "cars are zooming by wetting my canvas,
    my idea of a waterfall has diminished."

    • 5 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you for your comment. It is appreciated

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Such an expression Miss Dagmar, love this!
    Hugs my friend, M :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Vanesa

    Ahh, a fellow artist.
    Our fingers are designed to create a happy world.
    Thank you for sharing.

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I can imagine your artwork being as beautiful as your poetry. I agree with you painting is best done without motive straight from the heart. Whether painting with paints or with words. Milly x

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