Brushstrokes

She painted her balloons
Over and again,
Filling the shapes on canvas
With brilliance in color,

Decorating the landscape
With intricacies
Matching her whimsy.

Feverishly,
She laid oil to linen.
Desperately,
She watched and waited
For her tiny, rotund visions to levitate,
Flying off the easel entirely.

And I replied,
“Oh, Honey,
Hasn’t anyone ever lied to you before?”

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About Margaret Wang

In this crazy World, if we have something to say we should say it; whether in word, song, dance or paint. As writers, we write what we must, what we see, what we feel and what others experience but cannot articulate or understand. This is the duty and power of the writer; to release into the world our visions and our passions as if bleeding dry. Here at Stuck Pig I give you my word and hope that my voice reaches like minds so they know they are not alone, and unlike minds so they may share my glasses for a day. This is life lived as me, digested by me and translated for anyone caring to step out of their shoes for a few paragraph’s length. I am vulnerable and opinionated. You may judge me justly or unjustly, as I judge the rest of the world. I invite you to view Life through my window. View all posts by Margaret Wang

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