The Fisherman Series

Brushstrokes

Brushstrokes

Brushstrokes, a keyboard,

a blank page to fill in.

Words create complexity.

A canvas on paper is where I shall begin.

For in the realm where words run free,

a painted paragraph is easier to see.

A picture emerges from the monitor's glare,

sentences strung together on the keyboard with care.

Thoughts in color, trying to understand it all,

putting to paper all the questions you can recall.

Pondering always the secrets of space

as to why we are here, the human race.

For in that realm where words are set free,

you try to unmask a symphony of complexity.

Michelangelo or Rembrandt, an artist I ain't,

scenes that in my life showed joy and restraint.

Like a voyage through galaxies far and near,

navigating through time and space free from fear.

Then I realized that as the days turned to years,

the whole of my journey as wisdom appears.

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With every day bringing a new lesson learned

I continue to ignite curiosity as it fiercely burns.

Questions dancing in the forefront of my mind,

the answers are there, but ...

"So hard to find."

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-Peter