Picture Prompt Poetry II

A pale looking cold rock with a fierce white eye.
Birth of an idea, voices a muted sound
Chips, strokes, brains, things money can’t afford to buy.

Stones and particles find their way to the ground
Like a seamstress cutting pieces to create.
Picture is in the mind, only thoughts go round

From illusions to making a replicate
With brush strokes, brain’s ideas and chipping of rock
The beauty in mind has an art duplicate

The brain leads, with other tools among the flock
Lines and shapes heading to same destination
Where pictures are quiet, leaving minds to talk

Using another art to praise this action –
is poetry speaking beauty in abstraction.

Tomide Abdul