I’m the chic behind the page
spitting fiery verses
extinguishing flames with watercolor
sketching thought across a beckoning canvas
snapping images in a flash.
is stained by blood, sweat and tears
the ink of my soul,
waves greetings to you
crying out for your readership.
My canvas is your canvas
the easels bear blank canvases
the notebook awaits your verses and prose,
share them with me
share with the world,
via these click through galleries.
Won’t you dry my tears and click
just once, just once.
Won’t you share your passion with an artist community,
and flutter near
pecking at the fruits of labor,
One Canvas One Soul
our page always a click away.