If the world was black and white ... YACK !!! It just wouldn't be right ..... Would it? .....

A TINT.
When I paint.
Do I taint
The words I use?
When I write.
Do I abuse
The paint I choose
To colour my world?
Its beauty unfurled.
With each brushstroke
With each word that’s spoken
A moment broken 
By the sound
That’s bound
To echo into nothing
But paint sticks
So paint it thick
As thick as the brogue 
You use to speak
Let words leak with ease
Onto a poetic breeze
A moment in time
Captured
In two dimensions
Without a mention
Of how it got there
Only a hint, a tint
Borrowed from 
Colourful imagination.
© By: -Pete Slater. 2013.