closing my eyes for a kiss on a sunny day: that red
as my grandmother's signature lipstick
fell into hands and her soul became one with mine
I would paint my mother's hands, her strength in crimson vibrations
I would paint a Pommiranian
That would lick a rainbow
that curves above my neighbor's house
to give her joy and comfort
I would paint the collective joy of young and old, sharing a sacred safe space above the Lake
Ever fluid, growing, moving closer to primary
I would paint the laughter of a sweet child who hasn't yet learned to concern himself with the state of his sunny blonde hair or the location of his socks
I would paint your soul as I see it in the early morning sun, sipping my coffee, inhaling your scent and living my life.
I would paint the way I feel when I am with you...a soft warm yellow, a feeling of home.
I would paint the Sunday of old friends meeting at church, eating
chicken bbq and laughing on the porch, listening to music in the
amp, riding the open air tram all 7 of us together, and making a
memory celebrating our 40 plus years together !
I would paint with relentless hopefulness, drinking inspiration from every encounter with beauty, love and kind actions.
I would paint the restful breeze from a fan as it cools the air on a warm summer day.
I would paint the tentative hope of new connection, the racing in your heart as you near them and the way the air feels different on your skin when you're together
I would paint life as it is now: undiscovered, and live with a feeling of joy in my heart.
I would paint a pickle as green as can be.
I would paint a picture of my daughter as silly as can be.
I would paint without over thinking.
I would paint this moment: clear and bright with no worries of tomorrow.
I would paint myself so that years from now I would remember where I started and where I hoped to end up.
I would paint to remember who others are and remember where they are now
I would paint to transform the hate that flows from ignorance and fear
a brilliant yellow, a safe green, a blue to invite the wariest
I would paint my father's hands and my mother's strength
my grandfather's smile and my grandmother's kisses
my wife's spirit and my daughters innocence
I would paint anger away into a sarcophagus, trapping away the blistering scorpions and stinging beetles where they belong
I would paint myself so that I would remember who I was before
i would paint my dog named annie so i can remember her.
I would paint a man and a woman hugging each other on horses
I would paint my friend, who I have almost lost to suicide on more than one occasion, wearing the flower crowns they love to create
i would paint a horse wearing a hat and clothes.
I would paint my dreams and wishes.
I would paint my beloved's face - his shy, naughty smile. Proud of having slyly word-smacked me.
I would paint a million faces each one different from the last. Big and small. short and tall. pale sienna, and dark shades of umber, and everywhere in between. each one imperfect, but each one their own kind of beautiful. Because mankind isn't a perfect race. We are a puzzle that doesn't quite fit together always, but that makes it better. Laughing, crying, singing, and dying. That's how I'd paint the world.
I'd paint a million people who removed their twisted angry masks of hate, and sat down to eat at the same table.
I'd paint the souls of all of us. Glowing, beautiful, imperfect, light. The canvas would be left blank though. As no living being can truly capture the beauty of a single soul.
I would paint a child's delight at first smell of salt air and encounter with playful waves.
I would paint the sweep of history,
aching toward justice in the remote corners of the world.
I would paint a toddler's expectant face when she's found an amazing bug, rock, or flower that the rest of us would never notice.