Sketches of Life

Sketches drawn by time hung in the mind,
With the strokes of a brush painting life's touch,
On walls of the halls with differing-glow,
Light flowing over tones from white to blue.

Hanging is the art formed in light and dark,
The pieces reflecting the artist's days.
Some meanings are clear and others obscure,
But all flow onto the canvas of life.

Walking the gallery, it’s easy to see
Images of thoughts not uniquely owned.
Pieces chalked out, by the hands of others,
On a mind as it paints its way through time.

Watercolors touching the shades of you
Dripping with blue, flowing to other hues.
Art, which in part captures colors of life,
Opening scenes of dreams, sad, glad, and mad.

Some drawing in ink urging you to think,
Others penned to reflect shady cool days,
Oils painted in the brightness of the sun,
Others unfold in the dark wintry cold.

Tales of trails and trials sculpted by all
As we chisel the path sketched out by life,
These are drawings of our mind hung by time
With notions creating connecting lines.