The Painter-In Collaboration with Mary Katerine

This poem is written in collaboration with my friend Mary from Romania. It forms the third piece in #Collaboration_Month

The Bilge Master

There is a painter,

In a dilapidated room 

From his hands
New worlds appear;
They hide funny things

And he paints holding a brush and palette
He tells a bitter truth
in some of his works
In others he breathes life,
I watched him talk to me

Through his art
And started to understand
His thoughts,
With all these raw emotions exposed
In the paintings

And I wondered how such genius

Could even exist amongst us mortals