painters

four wizened painters stand
four where once were five
the most creative in the land
all quite glad to be alive

each painter wields a thousand brushes
wildly stroking on their canvas
high above the desert rushes
viewed with envy by each cactus

each artist broad yet subtle like a bee
making love with collective canvas
imprinting their art with audible artistry
freely flowing seductive songstress

the painter altered by each stroke
thus the canvas paints each artist
been so every stroke since they awoke
canvas and artful aerialist

cocreators painting one another
blessed to behold their gallery
having endured monsoon and wuther
resilience an aspect of beauty

in such peace what crude tyrant would dream
of disrupting corrupting their craft
chiding maestros drawing outside the seam
interrupting opera well choreographed

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About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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