I Paint A...Poem Poem by George Ursal Ruiz

I sprinkled colored oils onto the canvas white,
Splashing, swishing, stroking;
Sorting out reds, greens, and indigos,
Alongside violets, yellows and blues.
Brushing through forward and then back,
Against the background's gray and black.
Slowly, bit by bit, rearranging and reshaping,
'Til a beauteous figure now starts emerging.
Suddenly, more clearly, there I sense...something,
The face appears, with eyes twinkling, glowing.
The nose forms, drawing air, starts to breathe in,
Beneath are shapely lips that seem to shaken.
The mouth opens wide, and sparkling words,
Like waterfalls flow out, trickling down the chest,
Enters into the heart, pumps red and spreads throughout.
By now the figure jumps, and starts to dance and sing,
Alive with the ripples' melodious hymn;
Life has just began, and finally, the POEM's done.