Watercolors

The brush, such as a guiding force.

Colors dragged behind on paper course,

damp, and begging to be encased

in an explosion of hues that refuse to be erased.

A still-life scene of grapes on a vine.

A complex masterpiece composed of overlapping lines.

A young lady with silver wings.

A flux of emotions her expression brings.

The rawest of expression in a forgiving form.

Watercolor paints calming an internal storm.

Anger, depression, euphoria, and shame

are easily explained in an art form most plain.

I paint to control my emotions.

To put ever-racing thoughts in straight motions.

An untamed mind is the downfall of sanity.

Therefore, I paint to stall chaos and prevent calamity.