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Master Matisse

With fingers bent he brushed no more scissors paper glue alors alors- colour cut-outs litter the floor and shapes anew so blue so blue

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Diana-Marie Bombardieri

Date: 3/31/2012 8:14:00 PM

not too familiar with this form but I really liked the way your poem sounds. I read and re-read it. Thanks for sharing!

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 3/31/2012 5:30:00 PM

Very good my friend! Art over art.

Deborah Burch

Date: 3/31/2012 5:23:00 PM

What a brilliant artist he was and inspiration to us all. He said, "Creativity takes courage". I like your poem, Brian...clever indeed...I wonder if the blue was from his "Blue Nudes",1952, or Polinesia,The Sky,1947,? ;) I find it encouraging that he said his "real self: free,liberated" work was only created after his illness--his cutouts...he called it "painting with scissors"...ahh "Une seconde vie"... but I'm preaching to the choir here ;) Well Done piece--hugs,love deb