Every mark upon my canvas,

tells a different story

I would not wish them to vanish,

or live without the glory

Each stroke upon the fraying sides,

another stroke of wisdom

Each mistake found, without a rhythm,

creates a better guide

No man or child could go without,

a few more splashes of paint

No matter how you puff and pout,

the artist will not feint

For those who find a blank canvas still,

your story comes, it has a will

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Tagged as: art Joshua Mullenary Poetry

abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.