The Perspective of a Paintbrush

I am a medium for others to experiment with,

Swiftly scraping against the surface of a paper,

With so many colors to choose from.

A dab of some blue for the face,

Some red for the dangling leaves

And a tint of black for the grass.

Together, creating an image with limitless possibilities.

After all, picture is worth a thousand words.

Like the waving of a wand during a magic trick,

Others will wonder in awe.

How did the hare appear out of the hat?

How did some hair create a picture like that?

Some soft and hard presses

Creating every possible shade in the rainbow

Of course white and black included too.

You can dib me into whatever dye

Your mind envisions that you do.

Because the motion of a brush creates illusions

Illusions only possible in ones dreams.

Dreams, realities, nightmares all articulated in

A language familiar uniquely to yourself

Painting can be a promising hobby,

That is­– with me in your hands.

Here is a picture of a recent painting: