Thursday, February 20, 2014



Pull the vines away from the brick
Move the hair that obscures one eye

There is a thing we see and paint
can help to chase it

What is within green What is within
oil paint What is within the hand

In a vow, a search boat
In every hour of sleep, a dark box

Sing the way the artist does
since you will never hold

completely the thing you are sure
you almost see

1 comment

  1. ah yes the artist; one who creates, plays music, writes poetry in order to distract the rest
    even for a moment from the burdens of life

    nice depiction, mi amiga


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