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Below is the poem entitled HOMER'S HUES which was written by poet Cyndi MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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I’m waylaid by light-fingered perspectives and culpable clouds in a 
gallery so still that each landscape seethes in framed frustration, oils 
of the Grand River begin to surge under sensitive skin, currents that 

slyly drift in this preserved room with depths shallow and deep. Banks 
barely hold supplicant trees that creak-creak knowing eyes, and layers 
hide orphaned fox cubs, three sleeping, according to sheer imagination. 

There is a moment, a treason moment, when I long to slip the art from 
all holding pens, toss each outdoors, mindless of reason or consequence, 
such is my empathy for boxed, old strokes, genuine and replete yet defiant. 

Paint speaks. Its heartbeat blinds as it repeats pastoral scenes with the ochre 
and puce of distant thunder; oh, I taste wind, smell resistance in blues while 
inspiration sways on fields so prepared for rain, a dance of wildflowers.

Restorative, my drowning, for umber’s touch is soft. I’m suddenly freed
from worn floors as the hum of Watson’s mossy greens grows stronger.
Gone, blood and bone, for one hour I belong in another’s cherished miles...

for one perfect hour I disappear into canvas and linseed. 

By Cyndi MacMillan, Nov 20, 2012
For Nette Onclaud's Synesthesia, Inner Body Movement Contest

*Homer Watson (1855-1936) was a Canadian landscape artist. The Homer Watson House and Gallery features many of his works, though his masterpieces are scattered around Canada. To see his painting, Near the Close of a Stormy Day, see the About this Poem link, if you are able.

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  1. Date: 5/27/2013 3:45:00 PM
    Just wonderful Dee fav phrases [light-fingered perspectives and culpable clouds][ such is my empathy for/ boxed, old strokes, genuine and/replete yet defiant.]Painting can be every bit as absorbing as poetry! Congrad's Light & Love

  1. Date: 5/27/2013 4:58:00 AM
    Many Congratulations xx

  1. Date: 5/26/2013 7:41:00 PM
    I can see the artist, the art, and the inspiration all so gloriously described in this beautiful poem!

  1. Date: 5/26/2013 6:20:00 PM
    Congratulations on your fine win. Warm Smiles, Connie

  1. Date: 1/25/2013 7:14:00 AM
    [Culpible clouds! cool!] oh My [supplicant trees which creak!] You are one wonder of a writer Dee. Glad your home. Thanks for stopping by my work. Light & Love

  1. Date: 11/21/2012 9:20:00 PM
    This is one of those one word comment poems - Wow! Awesome! OK, two words:-)

  1. Date: 11/20/2012 9:24:00 PM
    I dont know of him..but will go take a look..nice work. BG