POEMVEMBER 2018-DAY 24:“Painting Is A Form Of Handwriting”

“Painting Is A Form Of Handwriting”

One day, I discovered that a part of me was unable to convey aspects of my mind.

Although, frustrating, I learned to adapt.

And in time, the parts that didn’t work were overcome or dispatched by the parts that did.

Now when I paint, people understand the pain I feel because of that, and are able to read my calligraphy dream.

Swirls and cursive curves in the strokes and brushwork. Words and hopes in the nuance of combined color.

So for me, painting is my form of handwriting. So when I write, I always hope the letters and lines develop into a special form of communion between me and my reader .

Guest Post: “The Bins”

Dear ProCrasstheNationeers,

In the spirit of April being National Poetry Month, I’d like to ask you to take a moment to view a poem created by my friend, Stephen M. Wall. I’ve enjoyed this piece, and hope that you enjoy it too. Please feel free to leave any feedback in my comments, or click the like button. Let’s show Stephen, some poem love.

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“The Bins”-by Stephen M. Wall

 

The bins at goodwill

Chaos and confusion

Are there winners and

losers?

Or is it just an illusion?

 

People line up, single file

To see if gold is in the pile

Don’t touch till they say so

If you do you could get the

heave ho

They’re very serious here at

the bins

There are rules you must

follow

Or nobody wins

 

Throwing and grabbing

Snatching and tossed

Finding the treasure that

someday lost

Making your money at

hardly a cost

 

You get into line gloves on

your hands

A broken glass can ruin

your plans

To stay there for hours

making new friends

Seven comes fast

everything ends

 

You come back next day

At seven AM

Chaos and confusion

Starting again