Smoke of an Artist

    Smoke rose slowly up towards the ceiling, billowing around the room before vanishing. The room was a mixed smell of paint, smoke and coffee. The floor covered in plastic to keep from staining it with paint. A canvas sits on a stand in the middle of the room by the window where the day’s light glow’s onto the drying paint. A work of art most would call it and artist inner most pain. A man stands off to the side, a cigarette in his hand and a paint brush in the other.  His hands have been permanently stained with the colors of his work. Blue’s and reds; browns and gold’s and greens, all the color’s fill the canvas, and the man’s old hands.  The painting screamed sorrow, but the man just seemed broken. Like all the emotion’s he had were no longer in him but now littering his hands, floor and the canvas. The sorrow of his soul out for the world to see and though most would call him crazy for doing it, the man never felt more better in his whole life. Empty head, heavy heart and broken soul, but yet he was a free as a bird. 

Smoke rose slowly

up towards the ceiling,

billowing around the room

 before vanishing.

The room was a mixed smell

 of paint,

smoke and coffee.

The floor covered

in plastic

to keep from staining

 it with paint.

 A canvas sits

on a stand

in the middle of the room

 by the window

where the day’s light

 glow’s onto the drying paint.

 A work of art

most would call it

and artist inner

most pain.

A man stands

off to the side,

 a cigarette in his hand

and a paint brush in the other.  

His hands

have been permanently stained

with the colors of his work.

Blue’s and reds;

browns and gold’s and greens,

all the color’s fill the canvas,

 and the man’s old hands.  

The painting

 screamed sorrow,

 but the man just seemed

 broken.

Like all the emotion’s

he had were no

longer in him

but now littering

 his hands,

floor

and the canvas.

The sorrow of

 his soul

 out for the world

 to see

 and though most

 would call him

 crazy

for doing it,

the man never felt more better

 in his whole life.

Empty head,

heavy heart

 and broken soul,

but yet he was

as free as a

 bird.