They Need A Canvas | 2.19.21
Lost count how many, too many to quantify. Some sad, some joyful, some longing, some twinged with hope. Words, I’m made of, skeleton of sentences, blood of verbs that won’t stop rushing, humming, trying, beating. Sometimes these words stand alone, ring out in color and hue, sometimes they paint themselves on the roof of the reader’s brain, sometimes, I don’t know they do enough. Sometimes I wish for paint, I wish for canvas and brush, sometimes I wish I had the hands that knew how to paint, mix a shade or two, spill it honest and true. Sometimes.
There are points in life that demand painting, that words simply will not do. For now I aim camera at these and hope for the best, still, pieces of me wish I knew more of art, wish my hands were drawing hands, wish they could paint and disappear onto canvas. Perhaps it will come, perhaps it will not matter the skill behind the attempt, perhaps you’ll glance at the work that comes, you’ll nod with tears in your eyes, and you’ll understand.
Perhaps. For now, I write, and hope you see color where I do not.
Wish that I could paint,
sometimes words need more color.
They need a canvas.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Words are another medium...when a writer wields them like you do, they craft a feeling that would put Van Gogh to shame. Poetry is the first art...carrying rhythm of an inner heartbeat into the outside world...carrying thoughts and feelings into life's melody as spoken word...don't doubt it's beauty as great as other forms...the colors are all there.
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"...purple, blue, orange, red...these colors of feeling. Give me love, I put my heart in it." -Dermot Kennedy
Tyler, your words have a magic that transcends a brush and paint; you have the ability to create a unique image in the mind of everyone who reads your work. In our mind's eye, we can see our own version of what you so skillfully illustrate by spilling your thoughts into a poetic rhythm and meter of your own. What an incredibly beautiful, powerful way to share your art. Thank you for that.