Poem & Video

THE PAINTER

I stand as a conductor, brush in hand Applying the rainbow best I can.

Storms must come, the rage beset, Not crystallized of you as yet. Gently you arrive, the light most bright,

From the swirl and darkness of the fight. At last I have freed you, beloved one, Your radiance flowing, like the sun.

Out of the canvas you arrive, My second love, materialized. This love and the first are sisters of grace, And each in my heart have their place 

Often I try and sometimes I dare, To create my own love affair.

Chris MacClure

VIDEO OF CHRIS     "IN MY OWN WORDS"