Art is such a personal space
Where easels take a special place
Time stands still, mind performs
Visions of violent thunderstorms.
A pallet laid out rainbow shades
Brushes rags various blades
A blank canvas stands before
Awaits the artist to adore.
But as in life it’s not easy
At first you sit there bright and breezy
It’s then that you just realize
That you’re not Da Vinci in disguise.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )