The Painter...In Me Poem by Juan Carlos Abeti

The painter

I

The sea,

the stormy sea.

The storm,

an electric storm.

The wind,

the strong wind.

I do not mind all

of those things.

It is not what I see.

I took my brushing tools

and a new reality is...

painted

on a piece of cloth.

A calmed sea

with a boat on it,

two lovers contemplating

its inmensity

under the singing

of the sea gulls...

with a soft,

warm breeze...

II

A tree,

a lonely old tree

close to die

in a middle of a desert....

How can it be?

I do not mind,

it is not what I see.

I see a young tree

full of leaves and singing birds

children playing

in its shadow,

close to two appasonate lovers

close to the students

learning their latest lessons...

of life.

III

A jungle of asphalt,

a jungle of life insteed

that is what I see.

I capture my reality

in a moment of time,

painted wherever i can;

free spirit in a free body

free to change real thing

for another....

That is what I am

that is what I share

with you.....

my own world.....