Tamarchenko/poetry

The Dancing Brush

To Be A Painter

O Mother

 

 

My name is The Dancing Brush
I dance the world into being upon the canvas of my soul
I choose to dance

I dance upon the water between the shores of a river
Leap and swirl in the air between buildings and trees
Dig deep into concrete and bounce from step to step
I roll off the rooftops and land gently upon your hair
I love to dance

My name is The Dancing Brush and I am a witness
I witness the sun rise and set upon the water
I witness the clouds change shapes across the sky
I witness the evening light color the leaves red
I witness the morning train rolling across the bridge
Delivering you to your destination
I witness and I dance

My name is The Dancing Brush and I work like this
I glide along with the seagull
Move with the pulsation of city’s streets
Flip-flop with the weather
Shuffle to the sound of your feet
I slip and I slide

My name is The Dancing Brush and this is my love song
I strum to the rhythm of my heart
Sing to the tune of your dreams
Cry for our lost affections
Trumpet their imminent return
I praise and I dance

My name is The Dancing Brush and I am married to the Truth
Truth that I witness and Truth of my dance
I know when I see
I feel when I touch
I dance when I listen
And in your Presence I melt

My name is The Dancing Brush
I dance the world into being upon the canvas of my soul
This dance is of my own choosing.
                                                                                          - A.T.