Art Work

My head is full of colors
and my floor is full of scraps
Bright detritus from the pictures I’ve been making
And though I tried to stop myself
I kept on coming back
to the compelling concentration 
of creating

And the satisfaction fills me
like the vivid saturation
of the colors that I painted and cut out
And I revel in the evidence
of steady maturation 
of my craft, and the receding of my doubt

My mind is full of color
and it spills into the metaphors
for everything I’m thinking of today
And I think that when I’ve finished
and cleaned up all the paper
These internal scraps of color will remain.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2012


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