Art Work

My head is full of colors

and my floor is full of scraps

Bright detritus from the pictures I’ve been making

And though I tried to stop myself

I kept on coming back

to the compelling concentration 

of creating

And the satisfaction fills me

like the vivid saturation

of the colors that I painted and cut out

And I revel in the evidence

of steady maturation 

of my craft, and the receding of my doubt

My mind is full of color

and it spills into the metaphors

for everything I’m thinking of today

And I think that when I’ve finished

and cleaned up all the paper

These internal scraps of color will remain.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 1, 2012