Channelling Jackson Pollock
Spatter, standard, seen before
Said nobody
Trajectory, tools, talent
Said the air around me
As I whisked around
Slammed, splashed and slashed
The mood of the movement
Reflective of the observers
Doubters and believers in equal measure
Madness and genius
Talent and folly
Creation and destruction
Drying time
Where only I have seen
Tense, pure, can anyone rely on knowing
Inner belief
That this could not be done by anybody
I add whatever is within grasp
But feed into the painting
Something that is not a commodity
Something unavailable to any other
Whilst it requires the mind and vision
Of the pack
I stand alone
With my canvas
And know this will be worthy
Strand Premier No 1192 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
10th place
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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