THE PAINTBOX
I opened the curtains and saw
Heaven spilling out colours,
the whole paintbox seemed to flow
Painting the sky
with abundance and delight.
Have I got enough colours in my box,
Could I also have a go?
I feel intimidated by the artwork above
Still, what fun to try.
Let the brain take a backseat, be like a child
Let heart and fun flow through the hand.
Fail, no I can’t;
Colour will be there
and who is to judge.
A flock of swifts fly bypass and say,
No failures if you follow your heart,
Follow your instinct and dreams.
Banish false pride.
© miriam ivarson
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