Blind Artist (Poetry)

I could take up brush and paper
and paint mountains
but they would not be
like any mountains you have seen
you would not recognize their shapes and colours
for I sense them differently
and your perception is a narrow vision
lost on me.

If you should guide me round the paintbox
help mix and match the shades
there would still appear some view
like a half-glimpsed fourth dimension
you had not bargained for
seeping through the pigment’s clouded wet
where elements evolve the blind can see
your eyes are far from ready yet.