Doodled Images

When pencil touches paper and words don't flow, sometimes the images do...

The brush held firm in your hand

An extension of your own existence,

As much life in it as in yourself

The old paint

that has collected and dried

from top to bottom

The many colors

that tell of its history

The many colors

that show its place

The new paint

that now consumes the bristles

The lonely color

that tells of its freshness

The lonely color

that cries for acceptance

Each stroke leaving behind a memory of itself

Never to be repeated

One of a kind