Green, blue, yellow and red,
Blend me on your palette.
Expressionist medleys of inspiring silence,
Eclectic voices of creative tempest.
An idea. A thought. Love.
Often flying and never staying.
I am youth in my years,
A restless adventurer on an expedition,
In times of frenetic globalization.
The different in the common, and
Of course, the common in the different.
I am wisdom in my failures,
Caught in contradiction,
The challenge in persuing my dream,
The artistic soul of a rebel,
The one who smiles and says “no”.
I am the stage of my World,
Reason in innocent, childish words
who are the characters of my plot.
I am the canvas of my paintings,
Open Windows to my mind.
Art is my way,
Poetry, I am.
- Isabel Meine F. Vigil