Art.

Drawing conclusions with a paint brush

Bursting on the scene like a day with her first sight of sun

Never more did they feel, nor felt , flee from nothing

Or need to think

Being unto wind like a hug from her sisterhood

Touched by unseen sky that is unsent from remnants

of Rembrandts and romance true artists

shall he or them take you on flight?

With a dash, sky fell upon her breast

beating like heart, she learned not to learn

nor think

Swallowing her guilt , from not abandoning normality

or nature, her torment followed her into the cocoon

Or maze

Nor was her canvas , wood , silk , or man

It was her mindAr

Next time om Oprah.....