Lets find the differece

The Artist: I drag the colors out of a page and watch as they spread themselves

The Poet: I lay the words on the page and watch as they glide across the surface

The Artist: I let the colors dance as my brush skims the surface

The Poet: I let my words relax as they begin to lay silently

The Artist: Alive they walk in my mind

The Poet: Asleep they dare not share my minds content.

The Artist: Whats to say there is a difference?

The Poet: When the pictures speak as loud as words.
Whats to say there can be change?

The Artist: When the words become as beautiful as my art
Who's to say, we ourselves, are any different?

For the same things lie within all of us we let the
labels's underline who we are and shade in what
we could be, we quote the pages that were left
by the twine he used to mimic the twirl of the ribbon
Who's to say there is a difference?

As the poet becomes the artist
and the artist becomes the poet
they let their differences become a similarity
and watch as the world in their eyes
touches the surface, like the leaf that creates
the ripples that do not die.


Review
This was a way to show that poetry is an art also, anything can be an art, if you do it the right way, but what's the right way you may ask. the answer is simple. Your way =]