Betwixt Page and Poem

What separates a blooming rose from dead seed in a field? It's life! It's life, no man defines, creation's child and yet The empty page, a piece of wood, a marble slab can yield, An art that bends the heart to joy, from feeling to vignette! Inspired! Inspired! That's what men say when soft and hard converge And what's left standing's something new, yields love and poetry, Some colored lines, some clefts in stone, man's synapses engage, An image resurrects the past in fearsome symmetry. Are God's strokes bigger, does He see imagination's end? Is life a new experiment, fresh colors, poem's sound? Oh, does He marvel at man's art, not jealous, more a friend? Are we a twinkle in God's eye? These questions seem profound! Long Tooth November 3, 2018