Word Art
By John A. Wilson
With lined paper for a canvas
And a pencil for a brush
Letters are my tubes of paint
My palate is my mind
Like a painter mixing colors
To create the perfect hue
I combine the letters together
To turn the perfect phrase.
My pen chisels away the unnecessary
To find the truth beneath
As a sculptor wears the marble away
To reveal the sculpture within
I use my words as building blocks
To build joy, suspense or romance
As an architect uses mortar and brick
To erect a magnificent edifice
Art is not confined to marble and paint
Or buildings and structures strong
Art exists in the mind's own eye
With none more beautiful than words
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