Graffiti

Graffiti Photo taken by Ms. Vee Amsterdam 2013

 

 

Writing 101 Day 8 Graffiti

 

…Graffiti… is it sprayed or painted destruction of property

Visible on a train or bus, but more likely drew on a wall

Many may shade their heads in disgust

To them it’s meaningless, an eye-sore of splashes

That trashes the community

What I see is a mystifying expression of art

…Graffiti…

Where a wall is an easel

1:10

Vera Robinson © 2015

 

Who’s The Artist?

Quote found at
http://www.apsisanet.com
by Mary Engelbreit

But I’m not an

…Artist…

A stranger was in my house late last night. I could see a male silhouette in a shadow sitting at an easel. I heard the paper roll being pulled behind the drawing board, pencils and brushes screaming to create a mysterious gift. I don’t know what petrified me the most; seeing someone in my house, or what would be the final draft. But where did he come from? I didn’t invite him inside. This wasn’t a dream.

I could see the scenario taking place while lying in bed. There was no going to sleep this evening, until this nightmare ended. That’s a bizarre statement. I’m consciously watching the shadow of the night. Well sort of.

It wasn’t until early morning that he went outside, and finished his masterpiece

Sitting under a tree.

9:58 AM

Vera Robinson © 2015

Photo.lab creation
Ms. Vee