Muted Visions

This picture
We’ve been painting
Is not permanent
We haven’t broken out
The oils or acrylics
Instead we’re playing
With watercolors
So easily
Altered~
A single
Tear
Drop
Blurs…
Smudges
The lines
We’ve carefully
Laid down
Boundaries become
Fuzzy
before we
Realize what’s
Taking shape
Our creation
Becomes
Completely muted
Watered down
Washed out
Instead of the
Vibrant
Canvas
It could have
Been…
Shall we try
Again?
Recreate,
Procreate...
Something
Of permanence?
Or are we stuck in this medium..
where emotions
are
Easily washed
Away?