You feel that painting exists Still upon the canvas But it has lost its luster When it keeps it growing Inside yourself Your heart beats faster As the painting develops Into a masterpiece Of dimensions evolved Into pieces of life Shown by the colors upon The white canvas Showing where dips an sways Revolve around the world’s Only repertoire of truth Thrust upon life’s grace Where I see the painting In my mind’s eye still Such a grueling chore Where the paint sends beauty And laying upon the canvas A picture of abstract Proportions to random Acts of nothingness Still plays its tune upon My desires to blend the colors And bleed the picture Into what art Surely means to me Russell Sivey