A Painter's Hand

Look closely at the next painting you see

Every brush stroke can be seen

Every color is blended into one another in perfect harmony

What can't you see though?

The painter's hand.

The paint caked onto their clothes

Paint smeared all over their hands

The feeling of it is almost soothing

The feeling of paint of your hands

A smooth feeling until the paint dries

A painter's hand whips the brushes back and forth

Trying to prefect the masterpiece they have created

Mixing color after color to get the perfect tone of blue or red or green

A painter's hand is never the same for many

Rough hands to smooth hands

Soft hands to cracked hands

Young hands to Old hands

The difference is astonishing

I have a painter's hand

Paint cakes my clothes

Paint is almost always smeared on my hands

I inspire to be like that

I inspire to be an artist with no shame in paint smeared hands

I have the intentions to keep the paint on my hands to show everyone exactly who I am

An artist with painter's hands

A painter with an artist's eye

I inspire to do art and I will sing it loud

I am an artist with painter's hands

This poem is about: 
Me

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