An Old Poem

I don't know if anyone out there is interested in amateur poetry but I just ran across this poem I wrote more than twenty-five years ago. It's entitled "Confession."

The pages of the sketchbook you gave me
are covered with word drawings.
The paints I use are the words
I brush in with my pen.

I intended to paint bright, pleasing pictures
for the eye
But somehow I got caught up with elusive images
perceived by the mind.

The challenge is in the infinite combinations
of composition, color and style
On the tiny canvas
of a few short lines.