POEM: Arting Loudly

Image: Clipart.co

I can’t believe it
It can’t be true
That such a thing
Came out of you
A pallet of colour
Not to my taste
Shot out of your bottom
All over the place
A parp of Van Gogh
A dash of O’Keefe
Made me needing
A bit of relief
A Michelangelo scent
Descends down the stairs
A litter of drawings
Fly through the air
A raucous Picasso
Looks a bit out of place
Shooting through the room
To mess up my face
A fragrance of beans
Floats through the hall
Should have stuck to soup
Like Andy Warhol.

This is one of my favourite poems that I have written. It just seemed to write itself and is about a topic I love: art. I always wished that I could draw well, to take a pencil and create from lines. It takes me so long to achieve an image using words. And it never comes out quite how I pictured it.