My mama taught me how to paint…
my mama Gaia
has shed her
grace upon me
and given me
her beauty
her bounty
her brilliance
her blueprints,
and the colours
and hues of all
of those gifts
are becoming my
pigments,
ingredients,
my metaphors
and visions
with which
the brush
of my being
will create our
magical artistry
on the canvas
of human minds
and splash
providence
over her demise.
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This poem is attempting to capture an epiphany that my container and being has been graced with today.
