The Painter Poem by Louis Cecile

A blank canvas for frustrated perceptions
How forgotten the teachings for neutral tone
By my side I carry the brush of misconceptions
A reversed aesthetic eye means art is disowned

Equality dissolves when creating a spectrum
Yet division is a celebration of multiple beauty
Rapid brushstrokes become my sudden welcome
To paint is to label my sworn duty

Repeated design is admired pop art
Though humble the weak afraid to critique
A controversy of paintings enflames and sparks
Those untouched reinforce the profiling technique

To label as you paint implies a hidden agenda
Ensuring your collection is no longer unique
Such bravado merely insults the orenda
If you were stopped and discoloured, you would lose all power to speak

One moment where I find no speech